Several days passed.
Zhou Yuantong still hadn't returned.
Zhu Ju had expected this.
'It seems that Senior Princess Consort Yuann is very displeased with Yuann Tong's cultivation progress, so she's taking this opportunity to discipline us both.'
'Makes sense!'
'Let's see, Yuann Tong and I have been married for several months, indulging in storytelling and tales all day, and we haven't been taking our cultivation very seriously.'
'It's only normal for her, as a master, to be displeased.'
Zhu Ju mused thoughtfully:
'A few months is nothing to a Dao Foundation Cultivator with a lifespan of three or four hundred years.'
'Her inability to even wait that long proves the rumors are true.'
'That Senior Princess Consort Yuann is, in all likelihood, severely injured, to the point that her lifespan has been damaged. She doesn't have long to live.'
When it came to cultivation, Zhu Ju and Zhou Yuantong had a mutual, unspoken understanding.
They were in no rush.
