When Duan Rong woke up, the room was pitch black. Outside, it seemed a wind had started, blowing the gauze on the carved window with a whooshing sound!
Duan Rong stretched lazily and muttered to himself, "Such a strong wind, looks like the weather is going to change!"
Duan Rong jumped off the bed, took a wooden basin, and prepared to go to the well to wash up.
He was in a great mood!
He hadn't had any spring dreams last night!
Moreover, yesterday at 3 p.m., when he was painting for those courtesans, he didn't feel any heat in his lower abdomen!
It seemed everything indicated that the incident of painting maps on the bedsheet that night was purely coincidental!
Guan Yun's prescription was definitely fine!
And during his two days of stance training, he felt vibrant; the potion's effect still surged within his meridians. Though the potion was expensive, its potency was beyond Duan Rong's expectations!
