The sun was high in the sky.
Looking a little haggard, Ling Changqing walked out of the inner chamber of the boudoir, his steps unsteady.
A "battle" of full mobilization like last night was, in fact, quite rare.
Normally, his bevy of beauties would discuss it amongst themselves and take turns attending to Ling Changqing for Dual Cultivation, with at most three to five close "sisters" coming together at once.
With Ling Changqing's strength, handling such a small scene was naturally not a problem.
However, Ling Changqing had gotten a bit carried away yesterday. He had been lording it over Ling Qiyue, offending her deeply. In her anger, the Female Patriarch decided to up the intensity, calling all the sisters to join the "group battle."
'Looks like... I still need to speed up my Cultivation, or I won't be able to maintain my husbandly authority in the future.'
