Blood Robe Tower. Another quiet morning.
Fairy Feixia leaned lightly against the balcony railing, her silhouette set aglow by the morning haze—an image that could stir endless fantasies.
"I am grateful for your guidance during this time, Junior Brother Lü."
Their dual-cultivation had just concluded. Having reached the limit of her current state, Fairy Feixia could push no further for now.
"Today, I intend to leave the market."
She turned, her gaze locking onto Lü Yang's with a rare solemnity."My state of mind is far inferior to Junior Brother's, my talent likewise lacking… yet mediocrity is something I will never accept."
