Shui Yanyu left swiftly.
Ling Han stroked his chin. 'I got myself another wife again?' It was a pity that he could only look but not touch—she was much too powerful.
He smiled. Although Shui Yanyu possessed exquisite beauty and was a truly fascinating character, his emotion towards her was simply admiration. At the moment, he was completely engrossed in martial arts, and even if he were to be distracted, it would also be by alchemy. Where would he find time for romance?
Three days. It might just as well be like that—he would simply spend the next three days leisurely before facing the storm head on.
However, such thoughts of Ling Han never came through.