What one thought about by day, one dreamed of by night.
The fantasies in a human mind were all some manifestation of repression.
Especially for female cultivators like Jiang Jingyi, who had lived for over a thousand years and had still never, or very rarely, done matters between men and women.
Like green dew dotting the tip of a lotus, then like vines winding and weaving in lingering softness.
In short, it was saying...
Once was merely flowers before the moon and snow in the wind, twice was merely a love lost in passion, but three times would make one like Ancestor Yao, possessing a two-character pronoun.
The evening banquet ended.
Ancestor Qingyang, who had never appeared all this time, finally showed himself.
One look told that he had only just recovered from his injuries; otherwise, he would not have appeared at this hour.
Lin Heng, who was just about to sneak off to find idle-fish Master for a furtive tryst, was once again caught red-handed by the ancestor.
"Aiya... Ancestor, how is it you!"
"The turtle grandson is awake!"
"Awake, awake. Does Ancestor have any more instructions!?"
Lin Heng answered muddle-headedly, clearly a little impatient.
Seeing that monkey-like, frantic look of his, Ancestor Qingyang immediately let out a cold snort. "Boy, don't always be thinking about those lewd and extravagant affairs. You're still young."
"If you're in such a hurry now to hollow out your body, when another hundred years pass, you'll have a time to regret it. Have you forgotten that, regarding the Old Lin Family, you still haven't made your stance clear to this day!"
"The Old Lin Family?"
Lin Heng froze, and only then did realization dawn on him.
That was right. The moment he came back, he had been beaten by the ancestor. The matter