Dragon City
Not long after, Bloodlight Demon Saint silently departed the Dark Blood Jiaolong ancestral grounds with Ao Mingyue and her brother, along with the last person selected.
Under Clan Leader Ao Jianshen's concealment, news of their journey to the Dark Dragon Clan did not spread within the clan.
Inside the cave mansion, Han Yan was massaging Lin Fan's shoulders.
She wore a plain gauze dress, her figure graceful and alluring, her skin snow-white and delicate, like something fully ripened that made one unable to resist taking a few bites.
Beneath the slit hem of her dress, her straight, slender legs were clad in a pair of snow-white stockings as thin as cicada wings.
"Senior Brother."
"You've been copying for so long. You should take a rest."
"I learned a few difficult new moves these past few days. Want to give them a try?"
Han Yan spoke softly.
Her beautiful eyes shimmered like water, and her tone carried a trace of coquettish charm.
Lin Fan's expression changed. "We are both cultivators. We should still exercise restraint where restraint is due."
"But that wasn't what you said last night."
Han Yan blinked and said.
Lin Fan was speechless.
The Ghost Saint realm truly was a peculiar realm. Han Yan appeared to have condensed a physical body, yet her flesh was extraordinarily unique. Even with a body as strong as Lin Fan's, he felt his waist and knees growing sore and weak after their day-and-night diligence. Yet Han Yan was not only perfectly fine—after every time the two shared their cloud and rain, her cultivation became a little more solid.
When Ao Mingyue had still been around, Han Yan had restrained herself somewhat, since the two women took turns attending to him.
But now that Ao Mingyue had followed Bloodlight Demon Saint