Chapter 337: Spiritual Ancient Treasure (1)

Late at night, the moon was as cold as water, and the stars were dazzling.

In the room of the Fire Spirit Hall.

Under the hazy light, the green gauze curtain that hung down from the bed vaguely reflected two figures exchanging Dao techniques. Sometimes, they sat cross-legged, sometimes they lay horizontally, and sometimes they vertically formed horns. Twenty minutes passed before this Dao technique had just ended.

As the veil slowly rolled up, a fragrance immediately filled the room.

"Perfected Pei's painting skills and bamboo flute skills are becoming more and more proficient. I believe that after a while, you will definitely reach the realm of perfection." Shen Ping looked down at the redness on her valiant face and could not help but praise her.

Pei Huoyu leaned on the broad figure's shoulder and said in a rare gentle voice, "It's all thanks to my husband's guidance day and night that I can make such progress."