Stars.
Inside the tent he'd lived in since childhood, Wu Wang lay atop a pile of furs of just the right softness and firmness, gazing through the opening at the top of the tent at the two intersecting rivers of stars.
Having a magical Barrier is so convenient; no need to worry about mosquitoes.
Not like before he started cultivation, when he had to arrange for a group of low-ranking Priests to catch mosquitoes outside every day.
Stars...
Alas, stars...
"Young Master, are you not practicing your cultivation today?"
Lin Suqing's voice floated from the side. She had changed into a pink and white robe, humming a tune as she ran over, a tray of fruit and fine wine in her hands.
"Ah—"
Wu Wang let out a long sigh, his body sinking into the plush furs, surrounded by treasure ores shining with colorful lights.
"What's the matter?"
Lin Suqing placed the fruit tray to the side and sat down beside Wu Wang.