After a long, exhausting day, Master Yan finally lay down in the hot spring and let out a blissful sigh.
His days had been far too fulfilling. Yan Qing had originally prepared himself to experience the rise and fall of the human world, but he had nearly ended up experiencing the rise and fall of entertainment instead. However, after soaking for a while, he quickly grew bored. He had neither a phone nor a Game Console, and soaking in silence really was rather dull. The reason he had stayed in the spring so long last night was that Murong Hui had kept chattering beside him. Yan Qing had only had one towel, and he had endured until his skin had wrinkled before finally driving her away...
But speaking of which, Murong Hui and Ying Ru Shi had just soaked in this very spring. Yan Qing could almost still smell a faint, elusive fragrance.
Murong Hui's caramel-colored, long legs and Ying Ru Shi's delicate, white-jade-like skin had once been naked in this pool, gently stirring up shallow ripples...
Yan Qing shook his head, thinking that it was not necessarily a good thing for little Chu Nan to have such a vivid imagination. Perhaps because he had just witnessed an excessively stimulating scene, though, Yan Qing's cerebral cortex had been completely activated. After being steamed by the heat of the spring, the robust blood and qi of the Third Rank Herald charged downward like a train.
No. The time was wrong, and the place was wrong. He could not take off!
Yan Qing took a deep breath to calm his thoughts and tried to think of something else to divert his attention.
It had been two days since he had seen Yaoshi Yuan and Shang Xin Lei, and he had no idea