117 The Non-existent Past of Bai Suzhen and the Mystery of the Celestial Serpent Sect.

Liu Yan was sitting on Yang Wei's bed, waiting for him.

She glanced around and muttered to herself, "Did he go out again?" Then, shaking her head gently, she pondered, "No, maybe he didn't even come back here last night?"

Lost in thought, her hand wandered to her chin, gently stroking it.

Suddenly, a bright golden portal swirled open out of nowhere, earning only a raised eyebrow from Liu Yan—her maximum level of surprise in most situations.

Yang Wei emerged from the portal, "That's the most intense cultivation session I've done in months, I feel so great! It reminds me of the tribulation clouds that struck me before... well, that one, not so great."

But when he noticed Liu Yan, his focus shifted. "Oh, Liu Yan, you're here already," he said.

There was no response from her; instead, her gaze traveled from his face down to his well-defined collarbone, his muscular chest, and his prominent V-cut abs.

Her mouth hung slightly open.