When Lin Feng woke, it was already deep into the night.
The room was quiet, illuminated only by the faint glow of moonlight slipping through the windows. For a moment, he lay there in silence, staring at the ceiling before letting out a slow, helpless sigh.
Once again… he had missed his chance.
"Tomorrow," he muttered under his breath, his voice low and steady. "No one better come to disturb me tomorrow. I'll finally spend some proper time with Su Muyao."
There was a hint of determination in his tone, though experience had already taught him not to be too confident. Something always seemed to come up.
Shaking those thoughts aside, Lin Feng rose from the bed. His movements were unhurried as he stretched lightly, feeling the smooth flow of energy through his body.
He was already in peak condition, his physique refined to perfection through cultivation, yet the lingering effects of the massage still brought him a quiet sense of satisfaction.
It was relaxing.
