When Li Dai handed over a yellow-paper-bound manual and said it was something that could allow him to step onto the path of cultivation through martial arts, the Prince of Mu'an was astonished. Looking at his wife's nominal master, whose beauty was striking enough to directly shake the soul of any man, the Prince felt nothing of the sort. No matter how stunning Li Dai was, to a man who had spent decades waiting and longing for his wife with a heart full of sorrow and devotion, she was merely like an exquisitely crafted, miraculous work of art—nothing more.
Li Dai was satisfied with the look the Prince of Mu'an gave her; at least this man was not someone whose mind could be swayed by mere physical beauty.
Perhaps he cared more for the joy of the soul.
Chapter 1099