She turned over, gazing absentmindedly at the moonlight outside the window.
Malachi Arcanus had already fallen asleep beside her, breathing evenly.
The next morning, Luna Sutton woke up sporting two dark circles under her eyes, only to find Malachi Arcanus was no longer in bed—who knew where he went.
She quickly put on her beast skin skirt, hastily combed her hair, pushed open the window for some air, and saw Malachi Arcanus sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, meditating, while Spiritual Energy around him surged into his body like a swarm of bees.
She concentrated and sensed that, after just one night, the Beastman power in Malachi's body had completely transformed into cultivation strength—it flashed blatantly at Qi Refining Eleventh Layer.
She was shocked inside—just how insanely fast was this cultivation speed?
That oaf was whining last night how he couldn't make sense of it, and he didn't cultivate at all during the night, just slept like a log.
