A Capable Helpmeet

"It was obvious. I only wanted to make sure."

Duàn Yì withdrew his attention from the portrait and no longer thought about that legend who had once illuminated Shenzhou, only to ultimately fall.

When he turned around, he saw Ding Ling and Qin Xin smiling sweetly at him. Their gazes were gentle as water, brimming with deep longing and affection.

Duàn Yì did not act coy. With a hearty laugh, he strode forward, stretched out both arms, and grasped one woman's hand in each, holding them tightly without letting go as he savored their utterly different textures.

Ding Ling's palms were rounded and full, slightly concave at the center, and seemed very strong.

Though she had practiced with the saber year in and year out, her internal cultivation had reached Perfected Skill. Her skin had been tempered, her calluses shed, leaving it smooth and delicate as jade.

Qin Xin's hands, meanwhile, were slender and fair. Her ten fingers gleamed like freshly peeled scallions, soft and plump in his grasp, like a ball of cotton.

Held by the hands at the same time by the same man, both women flushed with embarrassment and did not dare look at one another.

Yet neither could bear to shake off Duàn Yì's hand. For as he held their palms, he also held their hearts, filling them with tranquility, peace, contentment, and happiness.

Pulling the two women down to sit, Duàn Yì smugly kissed each of them on the cheek. After receiving a dainty punch from both of them, he hurriedly poured two cups of tea in apology and asked about the Limitless Immortal Pill.

This was the first goal he needed to accomplish. After all, many of the things he did placed his life in peril. His martial arts had now reached Great Accomplishment,