Sitting with his knees bent at the doorway, quietly keeping watch, the man leaned his back against the door, slightly tilting his head to look at the ceiling. His stern face no longer appeared as cold as when he was outside, instead, it bore a touch of gentleness. He slowly closed his eyes, and the wind spiritual power that originally belonged to him, now merging with Bi Xia, seemed to sense Qin Zhan's presence, silently bringing Qin Zhan's spiritual power closer and closer to the girl meditating on the bed.
Slowly opening his eyes, Qin Zhan now appeared in spiritual form inside the room, his phoenix eyes deep and gentle. He approached the girl bit by bit, his hand lightly touching her delicate brows and eyes. His thin lips curved into a faint, warm arc. 'Really now, I was worried you'd be in a rush to advance, but didn't expect you, little rascal, to make me wait so long. Had I known, I would have stayed in retreat for another month.'
