Peak Master He's Relentless Pursuit

Ten years could bring enormous changes to many people, but to cultivators, they amounted to little, often no more than the flick of a finger.

Thus, Liu Xiaolou's appearance had not changed much from ten years ago. If there had to be a difference, it was that his skin had become more lustrous and jade-like, his gaze more radiant, his bearing more graceful and unrestrained, and every gesture carried more of an expert's air.

So he was recognized the moment he appeared.

Peak Master He had likewise not changed much, still that—"All right, let's call it here for today. Go downstairs and get something to eat. The Third Prince must be hungry by now." It was mealtime, and Gong Cheng wanted to keep Feng Beiling here for lunch.

"Prince Rui is a rare beauty. What's strange about people liking him?" Wei Qingqing answered casually.

Just as Zheng Ming could no longer endure the increasingly heavy stench from his sleeve and was about to take a risk, the opportunity finally came. Early that morning, Zheng Ming had been tucked into Ku Shu Eagle Diagram's bosom and carried out the door.

Even holding the Flowing Firefly Bead himself, he was not confident he could withstand that suction force and escape from the vortex alive.

And because Shao Yang was now one of the disciples personally chosen by Guanyin Bodhisattva to accompany Xuanzang on his "journey west," he had gained this sort of perception.

Come beg him. Beg him to save her. Do not try to resist—she could never resist him.

Of course, Shao Yang also noticed that quite a few gifted figures wore unusual expressions. For instance, Tie Mu Mi of the Tie Mu clan had a teasing look on his face. Clearly, he was somewhat wary of Shao Yang, a "royal"