Seeing Li Meirong looking so cute and innocent while she slept only made Bai Qingyue feel all the more protective over her.

The Fox Lord towered over Li Meirong, trapping the unsuspecting girl underneath. He reached out a slender finger and traced her bottom lip. Her skin felt as soft and supple as he remembered it. Bai Qingyue's pupils dilated as he stared at the beguiling beauty.

'Why is my foolish wife always falling into danger?' He thought, carefully placing his forehead against hers.

Fighting the urge to kiss her, Bai Qingyue sighed and stepped back, settling down to sit in a cross-legged position on the wooden floor. Impatiently, he waited for Li Meirong to wake up.

Watching the girl as she slept, Bai Qingyue reconsidered his decision of permitting Li Meirong's freedom for the umpteenth time. Wouldn't she have been much safer had he securely confined her under his wing? If she were to train solely under his protection until the day of their celestial ascension, he would no longer have to worry about any harm coming to her, nor would she suffer countless unforgettable pains or sorrows.

The wheels in his head kept turning incessantly.

The frustrated god curbed his fury and discontentedly pinched the space between his brows.

Chaining his wife now would instantly nullify all of his previous endeavours to please her.

It wouldn't do. He would have to maintain his presence in the sect until she becomes an immortal. In the meantime, perhaps using his father's private kitchens would suffice for his own personal training.

And regarding the clan's affairs, he'll simply move all of his belongings to the cabin and wait for her to agree to his proposal after he would settle in. They were, after all, already married, even if his wife thought she had the privilege of having a say in the matter.

'A husband and wife should sleep under the same roof.' Bai Qingyue justified his future plans with that thought.

As for the dragon lurking in the sect... his subordinates might not have known the reason why a member of the royal family had infiltrated this low-level cultivation world. But, Bai Qingyue knew all too well.

It would seem that the dragon clan had been aware of his father's whereabouts. Not to mention, they had probably been monitoring Bai Zhang's experiments and repeated attempts at breaking the curse.

Not that he needed any more reason to despise dragons, but the knowledge that Li Meirong had almost inadvertently died because of that spy's meddling had certainly doused the fire within him thirsting for blood with a gallon of oil.

With eyes gleaming a hue of murderous violet, Bai Qingyue silently clenched his fists, curbing his temper.