Holding the sleeping person in his arms, Xuan Yuan gazed at his peaceful face, a smile still lingering at the corners of his mouth. He must be having a lovely dream. Xuan Yuan had never felt so content. They say it takes a hundred years of cultivation to share a boat, and a thousand years to share a pillow. If a thousand years of arduous cultivation were truly what it took to sleep side by side, he would probably be willing to do it.
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