Chapter 232 Extra - Recovery (1/2)

After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Tang opened her eyes.

She exhaled softly, her breath carrying the fresh fragrance of newly sprouted buds.

The damage from the lightning tribulation within my body has been repaired, replaced by a feather-lightness and a feeling of abundant power.

She turned her head to look at the spirit spring.

In the misty spiritual fog, Yan Yu's tall figure stood still, like a silent ancient god.

His eyes were closed, his brows relaxed, clearly having completely surrendered himself to the nourishment of the spring water.

That wild, beast-like power that had just awakened had been completely tamed by the gentle energy of the spiritual spring, obediently merging into his bones and muscles.

The gruesome wound left on his back by the lightning tribulation had long since disappeared without a trace.

Not even a single scar was left.

His bronze skin was smooth and firm, every inch of it exuding an explosive sense of power.

Ruan Tang's gaze unconsciously slid down his broad back.

The smooth and powerful waistline disappeared beneath the rising white mist.

Her ears suddenly felt hot, as if they had been burned.

Do not look at what is improper, do not look at what is improper...

She abruptly looked away, stood up, and called out to the small courtyard in the distance.

"Grandma, are my brother's clothes finished?"

"Master, it's ready a long time ago!"

The burly old woman, dressed as a puppet, strode out of the house, carrying a set of neatly folded dark clothes.

A set of all-black, close-fitting clothes.

The fabric's material is unknown, yet it is exceptionally tough, reflecting a faint, almost invisible, dark golden sheen under the sun.

The design is sharp and clean, without any superfluous decorations, perfectly matching Yan Yu's temperament.

Ruan Tang took the clothes; they felt slightly heavy in her hand, with a silky smooth texture yet a strange resilience.

She carried the clothes and walked to the spring, but then stopped in her tracks.

How should I start the conversation?

She cleared her throat, her voice barely audible.

"Brother...the clothes are ready."

The man in the spring did not move his eyelashes.

Ruan Tang took a deep breath, mustered her courage, and finally raised her voice: "Yan Yu! Change your clothes!"

This time, Yan Yu reacted.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Those unfathomable black eyes looked out through the mist, their usual sharpness gone, revealing a hint of hazy awakening.

"good."

He responded.

Then, he just stood up.

"Splash—"

The sound of water broke the silence.

Ruan Tang's mind went completely blank with a "buzz".

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, she suddenly spun around with her back to the ground, her heart pounding wildly in her chest like a drum.

It's over.

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her cheeks were frighteningly hot.

But images kept flashing through my mind: a man's broad, strong back, a smooth, powerful waistline, water droplets rolling down along the distinct muscle lines...

Stop!

Stop thinking about it!

I heard a soft rustling sound of fabric rubbing against each other behind me.

Each sound was like the tip of a feather, gently brushing against her heart, leaving it both numb and itchy.

After a long while, the man's unique, deep voice rang out from behind him.

"alright."

Ruan Tang took several deep breaths to cool down the burning sensation slightly before stiffly turning around.

Yan Yu was already dressed.

His all-black outfit perfectly accentuated his tall and imposing figure, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long arms, and a wasp waist. He resembled a peerless weapon sheathed in its sheath, a perfect blend of sharpness and composure.

The subtle, dark gold sheen on the fabric added to its mystique and prestige.

He stood there casually, yet he exuded an aura that made people afraid to look him in the eye.