Is the Dragon Sturgeon Tribe Also Saved?

"Elder, you removed my Bloodline Shackles?"

"Yes. Just like the Pingjiang and Ping He brothers, I happened to make a breakthrough, so it wasn't as troublesome as before."

Long E Ying smoothed out her clothes, using her brocade robe to cover and secure her breast binder.

What Liang Qu had done for her brought her far more than mere ease and comfort. The meridians within her body now existed in a more beautiful, more harmonious arrangement. Her qi and blood flowed smoothly and freely.

It could be called seizing the wonders of heaven and earth.

Somewhere in the unseen.

The road ahead had become a broad, level path.

The joy and relief in her heart were second only to when she had poured out her feelings before breaking through to Grandmaster, and when she had learned that the crisis threatening her clan's survival had been lifted.

Liang Qu propped up his head and silently admired Long E Ying as she arranged her clothes. He truly had not noticed before just how good her figure was.

"Does it look good?"

"It does."

"I thought you wouldn't like it."

"How could that be possible!"

"I heard Da Shun women favored petite forms, comparing them to bean sprouts and small coral..."

"That's because they don't know how to eat."

"?"

"Ahem. They don't know how to appreciate it."

Only after getting together with E Ying had Liang Qu gradually come to understand some of their differences in perception.

Once summer arrived and the cicadas began to sing, women in Da Shun often wore light, low-cut clothing, revealing the skin above their breasts and their rounded shoulders. Calling them deep necklines would not have been an exaggeration. It was not only married women; young girls did the same. He had assumed it was because