After leaving the enchanting cave abode of Spirit Sword Peak, Chen Yang rode his sword light back to his courtyard at the foot of Qingyun Peak, feeling dazed.

Though his body had returned, his mind lingered in that space filled with cold fragrance and warm breaths. His lips seemed to still carry the soft, moist touch, and his fingertips felt as if they were still wrapped around that thrilling warmth and elasticity.

However, the scene before his courtyard abruptly pulled him back to reality from those lingering memories.

Outside the courtyard gate, a bustling crowd of disciples had gathered, even more lively than when he usually opened for consultations.