On ordinary days, Lu Changsheng always felt that time passed neither too fast nor too slow, his days filled with carefree happiness.
But today was different.
In a closed Cultivation Room, Lu Changsheng sat opposite Jiang Yiyu, feeling as though time had slowed to a crawl, each moment excruciatingly painful.
Jiang Yiyu seemed especially dressed up today.
Normally, she kept her face bare of makeup, but now with the slightest embellishment, she exuded even more allure. Her naturally breathtaking beauty was now beyond the realm of mere words.
The Cultivation Room was also draped in red fabrics.
It was hard to believe this was actually a Cultivation Room—it looked more like a bridal chamber…
At this moment, Lu Changsheng felt as if ants were crawling all over his body. He wanted nothing more than to knock Jiang Yiyu unconscious and flee this treacherous place immediately.
