In the elegantly adorned chamber, Gongsun Qingyue's eyes widened, a sense of ethereal fragmentation echoed in her consciousness, and an intangible palpitation emerged at the core of her heart.
Her Dao Fruit had achieved Perfection.
Clouds dispersed and the rain cleared, Jiang Li exhaled softly, a sense of contentment upon him, and leaned back to relax.
As for Gongsun Qingyue, she had already fallen into a deep sleep beside him.
The battle had not lasted for three days and nights, and Gongsun Qingyue's physique was far inferior to Gongsun Yuanxi's, but the sensation of merging with a loved one had given Jiang Li an immense sense of satisfaction.
His gaze wandered subconsciously around the room, the decor mainly in moon-white and jade-white caught his eye; being here felt like being in Guanghan Palace, with a faint chill in the air, calming his mental state. However, whenever he remembered who the owner of this bedroom was, the calmness would vanish, replaced by intense fervor.
