"Now, do it yourself."

Do it yourself?

Chen Zhiyi's consciousness was wavering; he had not yet learned how to calm his mind.

The sword that had been cut off from control plummeted downwards.

Shen Zhiyi almost lost her balance. She grabbed his collar, buried her head in his chest, and cried out, hitting him, "Cang Liuyu, I don't want to learn anymore... Put me down, sob sob..."

Tears soaked his clothes, and even his fists felt limp.

Cang Liuyu reached out and wiped away the tears on her cheeks.

The hands around her waist tightened even more.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Learn it, and you'll be able to take control of it."

"That way, you can go anywhere you want..."

His words were extremely persuasive.

"Can I get there... anywhere?" She raised her tear-streaked eyelashes, somewhat bewildered.

“Yes. Anywhere.” Cang Liuyu pinched her chin, speaking patiently as if instructing her, “Go by yourself, do it yourself.”

"Don't worry, time is isolated here. I will wait for you until you learn it."

Shen Zhiyi felt the lingering effects of the drug in her body. Torn between desire and craving, she bit her lip and clenched his robe tightly.

She followed his incantation and began the practice.

To control those sword intents.

Gradually, the aimless and haphazard flight began to follow a predictable pattern.

She learned it.

So she took control of the journey herself and arrived at the place she wanted to go...

*

When Shen Zhiyi woke up, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes.

She raised her eyelashes, turned her head, and looked at the man sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed not far away.

He turned his gaze back to his fingertips.

The effects of the medicine have dissipated.

His cultivation level... hasn't changed at all?!

She suddenly sat up.

Staring at his palms in disbelief.

She's already been through so much, and he hasn't done anything about it?!

It's just... just sword energy?!

Thinking of those "exercises" in her mind, she felt both ashamed and angry, and collapsed back onto the bed, fainting again.

Cang Liuyu slowly opened his eyes.

A burning wave, called obsession and greed, surged in the depths of his dark eyes.

He turned his gaze to the fainting figure on the bed.

The fingertips twitched.

He got up and walked to the edge of the tatami mat.

His gaze fell, locking onto those tightly closed red lips.

“Shen Zhiyi,” he said softly, “you owe me one more time.”