Hanyue

Looking at the Nascent Soul Yang Wu had left behind, a flash of disgust passed through True Lord Yue Xuan's eyes. Without another word, she pointed a finger.

Bam!

The Nascent Soul of a peak Nascent Soul Realm cultivator was scattered by that single finger, utterly destroyed in body and soul.

That man had repeatedly spoken disrespectfully to her before. How could True Lord Yue Xuan possibly have any intention of sparing him lightly? If he made a comeback someday, who knew whether anyone would still come to save her?

Seeing that True Lord Yue Xuan had shown no mercy, Li Qing did not pay it much mind. He knew that among those who had cultivated to this level, there were hardly any soft-hearted people. That was perfectly normal.

With a flash, he flew to Yang Wu's corpse and immediately began searching it, taking out a Storage Bag and a dark-red gourd.

The gourd was quite unusual. A layer of spiritual light flowed over its surface, rippling like water, while a tiny red speck glimmered faintly within those ripples.

Li Qing frowned, then opened the gourd.

The next moment, a graceful figure floated out. Before Li Qing could react, a fragrant breeze swept over him.

The person who emerged was naturally Liu Hanyue, but something was clearly wrong with her current state.

Her beautiful eyes seemed to ripple with water, and waves of tender affection flowed from her pupils.

Her originally elegant and peerlessly beautiful face was now faintly flushed at the cheeks, while the scorching breath she exhaled brushed against Li Qing's neck.

Liu Hanyue stretched out her fair, lotus-root-like arm, flushed a rosy red, her gaze hazy as she reached for Li Qing's neck.

Yet how could Li Qing not understand her condition? He guessed that she had