Since Old Mo had kept his word and arrived on time, Sun Qing had effectively been relieved of the burden of serving as the cauldron master, leaving her utterly carefree. After Old Mo left with Mo Chan, his face full of reluctance, she led Qu Jiao over to me and said with a beaming smile, "Sect Master Xia, you really know how to talk. In just a few words, you coaxed my husband, Sword Venerable Mo, into being delighted. Even I find you more pleasing the more I look at you. But now that we're speaking frankly, does Sect Master Xia truly want Madam Xin and me, or were you only joking?"
This young married woman looked elegant and refined, but she was actually a siren to the bone, no less so than that little vixen Xin Xue. Xin Xue had an affair with Old Mo, and I wouldn't share a table with him for a meal. As for Sun Qing, I had no interest in her either. "Heh heh, of course I was joking. Madam Sun and Madam Xin are both extraordinary women, and both are such lofty sect masters' wives. How would I dare harbor designs on you? I was merely probing how much Sword Venerable Mo was willing to concede. I seem to have offended you, Madam Sun, so allow me to apologize properly."
"Giggle... Sect Master Xia, you really know how to joke. Hmph, all talk and no action—you nearly had me believing you. But never mind. You young men do prefer young girls, after all. I'll send Qu Jiao over to you, so enjoy yourself. Still, an unripe fruit may not be sweet. How could it compare with one that has ripened to perfection?" Sun Qing said with a seductive smile. The teasing in her