As if responding to their gazes, the mini-vortex of golden-pink Qi surrounding Shen Yu slowly retracted into his pores.
He let out a long, turbid breath that condensed into a faint white mist in the morning air before opening his golden eyes.
The ambient pressure in the pavilion settled instantly.
Shen Yu rose smoothly from the mat, his pristine white inner robes falling effortlessly into place.
"You are all awake," Shen Yu purred softly, a warm, handsome smile gracing his features as he walked toward the grand bed.
"Good morning, Yu'er," Lixue smiled warmly, her sharp eyes softening as she stretched against the silk sheets, not making any effort to cover her lush, bare form.
"Good morning, Yu'er," Yilan said with a motherly smile.
"Good morning, husband."
"Good morning, Master."
"Good morning, Master."
"Good morning, Young Master."
Meng Yan, Xu Yi, Li Na, and Li Qiu greeted in unison, their voices filled with lingering affection.
