After two rounds of intimacy, the wife drifted off into a deep, exhausted sleep. Shen Ping gently wiped away the tear tracks from the corners of her eyes and left the bedchamber.
Stepping out into the small courtyard, he raised his head. Spiritual mist hung low in the air, through which a brilliant, starlit sky was faintly visible. He stood quietly in the night, his mind churning with thoughts.
The knot of melancholy in his wife's heart had sounded a stark warning. If he hadn't soothed it in time, the consequences would have been too dreadful to contemplate. Having reached his current level, Shen Ping knew very well that his foundation lay firmly with his wives and concubines, especially his wife. Without the Talisman Dao divine abilities granted by the virtual frame, it would have been utterly impossible for him to pass the Special Guest Elder assessment.
Chapter 128