His father was a Peerless Martial Saint, his mother was the Immortal Lord of Jade Pond, his eldest sister was a genius Sword Immortal, his second sister was a master of alchemy, and his third siste...
If you have the ability, you should enjoy privileges. There is nothing to say about it.
Gu Zhi climbed up to the seventh floor of the library, where many ancient books were treasured, including some extremely precious and rare fragments.
Gu Zhi came this time to find a way to integrate the blood refining of living sacrifices into the "Devouring Heaven Demon Art" in order to maximize the value of killing.
These ancient books on the seventh floor of the library did not disappoint Gu Zhi. They gave him a lot of inspiration and he was fascinated by them.
Ye Qinghan stayed beside Gu Zhi. She was also digesting what she had gained from the battle. The true energy in her body became more powerful, and her cultivation was also improving.
However, compared to Gu Zhi, Ye Qinghan's practice ended very quickly.
She had a natural talent, gained from a battle, and she digested it quickly.
After digesting what she gained from the battle, she can continue to practice her profound skills.
However, she noticed Gu Zhi out of the corner of her eye.
At dusk, the afterglow passed over the mountains and grass, passed through the window lattice and bookshelves, and fell on Gu Zhi.
Gu Zhi was dressed in black, sitting cross-legged, with his head down reading an ancient book.
The afterglow is very gentle, and Gu Zhi’s profile is also very gentle.
Ye Qinghan couldn't help but think of a poem -
The young man should only see the painting, which is definitely not a mortal man.
Speaking of which, this poem was told to her by a storyteller when she and Gu Zhi were little beggars and happened to pass by a restaurant.
She remembered every bit of her experience with Gu Zhi, and this line of poetry as well.
Now, Ye Qinghan feels that this poem is very suitable for Gu Zhi.
The sun slowly sets below the horizon.
The light on Gu Zhi's body also disappeared little by little.
Gu Zhi sat cross-legged under the bookshelf, his handsome face seemed to be glowing in the dim light.
A breeze blew into the attic, ruffling Gu Zhi's bangs and also ruffling Ye Qinghan's heart.
Ye Qinghan leaned forward slightly.
Ye Qinghan's lips kissed Gu Zhi's cheek.