The blazing sun was like fire, and the clear sky stretched endlessly without a cloud.
A palace hovered atop the mountain.
Inside the hall, an alchemy furnace burned furiously, radiating waves of scorching heat that ordinary people could hardly withstand.
A woman in a slit gauze dress, with exquisite and alluring features, was kneading the old man's sturdy neck with her slender, jade-like hands.
Savoring the fragrance so close at hand, the old man suddenly reached out with his large hand. Before the woman could react, it had already slipped beneath her sleeve.
The woman's pretty face remained as calm as ever, but her faintly trembling body showed the indescribable torment she was enduring.
A moment later, the old man withdrew his withered palm and held it beneath his nose to sniff. Then he grinned and said, "Not bad."
The woman forced out a smile and said, "As long as you like it, this servant is happy."
The old man paid her no further attention. Instead, he suddenly turned his head toward the figure below and said, "It's not that I don't believe you."
"It's just difficult to understand."
"For so many years, you've been a disciple of Paper Figure Peak, working diligently at the Paper Making Building without complaint."
"But now, why have you chosen to join me?"
He bared his teeth slightly, then abruptly changed his tone and shouted harshly, "Could it be that old bastard from Paper Figure Peak sent you here?"
As soon as his voice fell, an utterly terrifying killing intent filled the entire palace.
The figure trembled all over and hurriedly said, "This disciple wouldn't dare."
"Just as Master Xing said, I worked diligently at Paper Figure Peak for decades. Even if I have no great merit, I at least have some achievements."
"But