Shen Yuxin approached with Yun Xian at her side. Her serene expression carried a hint of affection as she spoke. “Yuan’er, I have some matters to discuss with Yun Xian. You’ve done more than enough today, so take some time to rest. We’ll see you later.”
Shen Yuan nodded. “Of course, Mom. Don’t overwork yourself.”
Yun Xian offered a polite smile. “Take care, Shen Yuan. You’ve set an example that will inspire many.”
With that, the two women left together, their robes fluttering as they moved gracefully toward the elders’ pavilion.
Huo Rong lingered for a moment longer, her teasing grin in place. “Well, little brother, you’ve certainly stolen the spotlight today. I have some tasks to finish, but don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be back to check on you soon.”
Shen Yuan smirked. “I’ll be waiting.”
With a playful wave, Huo Rong disappeared through one of the nearby spatial portals, leaving only Shen Yuan and Bing Rong remaining in the courtyard.
Bing Rong stepped forward, her expression soft. “Shen Yuan, let me accompany you back to your courtyard. I’m still not sure about your health.”
Shen Yuan nodded appreciatively. “Thank you, Sister Rong. Let’s go.”
The two began to make their way back toward the courtyard through the Radiant Lotus Sacred Sect, passing through a series of spatial portals that shimmered with a faint, otherworldly glow.
Each portal transported them across the immense expanse of the sect, from lush gardens and serene lakes to towering peaks and grand halls.
As they walked, Bing Rong glanced at Shen Yuan with a faint smile. “You’ve really impressed everyone today. Even the elders couldn’t hide their admiration.”
Shen Yuan chuckled softly. “I only did what I thought was right for the sect. If it inspired others, then I’m glad.”
“You’ve done more than inspire,” Bing Rong said, her tone carrying a hint of pride. “You’ve shown them what’s possible. That kind of example is invaluable.”
They passed through another portal, emerging onto Shen Yuan’s personal Peak. The courtyard that served as Shen Yuan’s residence was tranquil, surrounded by blooming lotus flowers.
Shen Yuan and Bing Rong stepped into the courtyard of his personal peak, the serene surroundings being a stark contrast to the bustling activity they had just left behind.
The blooming lotus flowers and their faint fragrance lent a sense of calm to the air, but Shen Yuan’s calm gaze couldn’t help but notice something.
“The garden is empty,” he muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over the area.
Bing Rong raised an eyebrow at his comment, following his line of sight. “Is that unusual?”
Shen Yuan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Not really. I was just expecting a tree to be there. Looks like I will have to head back to my old courtyard later.”
Bing Rong smiled faintly. “We can look for a new one if you want.”
“Leave it. I will take care of this later,” Shen Yuan said with a shake of his head.
They continued into the residence, the soft glow of ambient light illuminating the elegant interior.
The room exuded warmth and comfort, a clear sign of the care Shen Yuan’s household staff had taken in preparing it for him.
As they entered the bedroom, Shen Yuan motioned toward a low table set near the window.
The table was adorned with a delicate gourd and two wine glasses. He walked over and poured the rich amber wine into the glasses, handing one to Bing Rong with a smile.
“It’s been a while since we last drank together. Here’s to the everlasting beauty of my Big Sis,” Shen Yuan said, raising his glass slightly.
Bing Rong chuckled, clinking her glass gently against his. “To your ever-growing reputation, little brother.”
They both sipped the wine, the warm, smooth flavor spreading through their senses. Shen Yuan leaned back slightly, studying Bing Rong’s serene expression as she gazed out the window.
“You’ve been quiet,” he said softly. “Is something on your mind, Sister Rong?”
Bing Rong set her glass down, her fingers trailing along its rim as she turned to meet his gaze. “It’s just… seeing you like this, standing before the entire sect, commanding their respect, and handling it with such ease. It reminds me of how much you’ve grown.”
Shen Yuan’s expression softened. “You’ve always believed in me, even when I was far younger. I wouldn’t be here without your guidance and support.”
Bing Rong’s lips curved into a gentle smile. “You’ve far surpassed anything I could have taught you. Today proved that.”
Shen Yuan reached out, his hand covering hers as it rested on the table. “You’ll always be my big sister, my wife, my family. No matter how far I go, that won’t change.”
Her eyes shimmered with warmth as she gave his hand a light squeeze. “And I’ll always be here for you, Yuan’er.”
Bing Rong’s gaze lingered on Shen Yuan’s hand resting atop hers, the warmth of his touch making her feel warm inside.
The soft glow of the room seemed to grow warmer, making the entire atmosphere more intimate.
Shen Yuan’s fingers traced gentle circles on the back of her hand, his voice low and tender. “Sister Rong, it’s really been too long since we’ve been alone. Was I neglecting you?”
Bing Rong’s gaze softened. “No, not at all. It has merely been a couple of months since you even came to the sect. And you have been far too busy in that time.”
Shen Yuan felt his heart swell with warmth. He slowly stood up and took a step closer to her.
His hand reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of her hair behind her ear. Shen Yuan’s fingers brushed against her cheek, tilting her chin up to meet his intense gaze.
Bing Rong’s eyes fluttered open, her cheeks flushed a soft pink. “Yuan’er,” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Shen Yuan pulled her up in a hug, his heart racing as he gazed upon Bing Rong’s blushing face, her delicate fingers tracing shy patterns on his chest.
He could feel the heat radiating off her soft curves, the way her body trembled slightly at his touch. It was a familiar sensation, one he had craved for months, an eternity since they last lost themselves in each other’s arms.
Bing Rong’s voice was barely a whisper, her cheeks flushed a deep, rosy pink. “Yuan’er… it’s been so long. I’ve missed your touch, your warmth.”
Shen Yuan’s strong hands slid down to Bing Rong’s waist, pulling her against him, molding her soft curves to his body.
His lips captured hers in a searing kiss, pouring all his pent-up longing and desire into the embrace.
Bing Rong melted against him, her body yielding to his touch, her lips parting to deepen the kiss, inviting him to explore and be even more intimate.
Her fingers curled into his hair, holding him close, silently begging him to never let her go.
As they lost themselves in the kiss, Shen Yuan’s hands began to wander, caressing her soft breasts, the gentle curve of her waist.
His hands soon slid down to grip Bing Rong’s ass, squeezing the firm cheeks as he pulled her against his hardening cock. “Fuck, your body is really irresistible,” he growled, grinding his hips against hers.