But in a split second, he vehemently shook his head, pushing away that feeling.
"Duan Feng should be satisfied with the wedding gift I gave him and his wife!"
Murmuring to himself, Luo Chen returned to his residence on Danxia Peak.
It was a spiritual mansion where the Spirit Qi was relatively dense.
In the desolate and silent mansion.
The Fierce Divine Fragrance was gently lit, and the Rising Dragon Pill was swallowed.
In solitude, he practiced his cultivation technique, absorbing Spirit Qi from all directions.
…
The excitement gradually subsided.
Duan Feng, dressed in a close-fitting red robe, walked into the bedroom.
Looking at the figure of a beautiful woman seated on the bed under a bridal veil, a rare gentleness appeared on his face.
Holding the ceremonial scale, he lifted the veil.
"Sister Xia, I'm back."
Feng Xia's eyes were sparkling, full of tender affection.
"My Lord, from now on, you should call me your wife."