[Sword Peak – Personal Disciple Residence]
Midnight.
Su Xiaobai stumbled out of his chambers, shirtless, exhausted beyond belief, his face looking like he had climbed seven stages of hell and heaven simultaneously.
His muscles ached...His qi reserves were nearly dry....His legs barely functioned, and if anything—he wanted a fucking cigarette.
But this goddamn world didn't have any.
So he could only stand under the moonlight, staring at the sky, pretending he had one.
He exhaled deeply...What a fucking day. And then, a smirk crept onto his lips. He still couldn't believe it.
He had actually won.
He tamed a fucking rare pet.
Unlike Zhu Qing, who—although she acted like she was under his control—was still just doing whatever the fuck she wanted, this one…
This one was truly his.
She listened to him.
Sure, she still glared at him occasionally, but it was cute.
Zhao Mei was too weak.
Lulu had a full-blown inferiority complex because of her origins.
