In Huo Xiaochen's courtyard, the door to the quiet chamber slowly pushed open.
He strode out, revealing a robust and muscular physique. His face was flushed with vitality, and his bronzed skin gleamed with a metallic sheen, brimming with explosive power.
His wife, Xiao Hui, had been waiting outside. She hurried forward with her maidservants. Taking a towel from a maid, Xiao Hui wiped the sweat from Huo Xiaochen's body. As she did, she sensed a lingering aura that struck fear into her heart. It felt as if the man before her was not her husband, but a primordial Azure Dragon.
"Xiaochen, you..." Xiao Hui was deeply astonished.
She knew that he typically concealed his aura. The only explanation for such a palpable, terrifying presence was that he could no longer fully suppress it. There was only one possibility—his Cultivation had made a massive leap forward.
