"Thank you... thank you, Master, for the medicine."
The young girl bowed deeply, hiding her blushing face in the shadows, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz,
"Disciple promises... to be more restrained in the future, and try not to... not to act recklessly at night again."
...
The disciples were all striving to improve, so as their master, he naturally couldn't fall behind.
In the days that followed,
Chen Ye's life was incredibly fulfilling.
Either cultivating with Bai Susu and Mao Qingzhu, or continuing to interrogate Gu Tangyin, and the rest of the time, he focused deeply on cultivation.
In the blink of an eye,
a month passed.
In the center of the quiet chamber, Chen Ye sat cross-legged on a cushion, his mind slightly stirred.
In an instant, the empty space in the quiet chamber was filled with abundant rare spiritual materials.
These were the spoils collected from the group from Huayue Mansion a few days ago, enough to support his subsequent cultivation.
