"Does it matter what I say? Saving your life is what matters most." I looked at Shang Wanqiu, who had lost one arm and one leg, and could not help sighing. Given the circumstances, keeping even one person alive counted for something. Besides, she was a cultivator in the Shifang Realm. Once she successfully transformed her body, she would be a great help.
"It had better be nothing! And let me tell you, even if you save me, I won't be grateful to you!" Shang Wanqiu's white hair billowed upward, and her eyes glowed purple-red, revealing an extraordinary beauty. Under the tempering of her formidable magical power, her severed hand and leg had already grown back, though her cultivation had taken a heavy blow.
I looked at the tattered section of her skirt, torn away by the giant beast, and instinctively swallowed. Those fair legs were certainly enough to set one's imagination running wild. Even Yuanci could not help taking another look before proclaiming himself guilty.
Sun Chongyang and Yin Ge still looked like young men, so they were inevitably drawn to the sight of her exposed thigh as well. But Shang Wanqiu immediately glared at them. With a sweep of her hand, the missing section of her clothing instantly returned to normal.
Everyone awkwardly looked away. Shang Wanqiu snorted angrily, but seemed to have no intention of abandoning her revenge. At that moment, Yuanci did something that astonished everyone. He took out the Buddhist shrine, walked over, and returned it to Shang Wanqiu.
Shang Wanqiu glanced at the big, fleshy monk and said, "Since you already seized it, just treat it as your spoils of war. Why are you giving it to me?"
"Every worry and joy kindles the fire of the heart; every glory and decay is dust