The Slug Sage's Tentacles, Furry?

Dusk...

Pop~.

Jueming pulled out.

Then he went to the bathroom, where the rustling sound of running bathwater soon echoed.

After he finished bathing, he glanced at the evening sky, where the sunset was about to fade into darkness.

Jueming said to the Slug Sage, "Get up and wash up quickly. We'll be heading back later."

Back naturally meant returning home.

Sayuri had prepared dinner and was waiting for him to return after a full day of training.

The Slug Sage dragged her weakened body upright, trembling unsteadily.

Even with a thousand years of cultivation... no, training.

She still had not fully adapted to the strength of a human form.

It seemed...

Even as a sage, she still had much to learn...

Knock, knock, knock...

The Senju Clan compound.

Someone knocked on the door.

With a creak, Sayuri opened it and saw a familiar yet unfamiliar figure.

"Hello."

She nodded.

She had already sensed the visitor's identity through Perception.

"Your home... is pretty big," Mei Terumī remarked as she looked over the villa's furnishings.

"Do you need something?"

Sayuri asked flatly.

Mei Terumī did not take offense at her attitude. Instead, she smiled faintly. "Is Senju Jueming home?"

"He should be back soon." Sayuri's expression remained unchanged, neither happy nor sad.

"What a cold beauty..."

With a seductive look on her face, Mei Terumī casually walked in and sat down.

"I have something to discuss with him. I won't be disturbing you two, will I...?"

"Do as you please."

After saying that, Sayuri returned to the kitchen.

Catching the fragrance drifting out from the kitchen, Mei Terumī could not help but sigh.

"Strong, beautiful, graceful in public and skilled in the kitchen..."

No wonder Senju Jueming liked her.

She truly was a Capable Assistant.

Then what was Mei Terumī