Only after finishing all this did she slowly turn around, her beautiful eyes smiling as she looked at Yang Lingtian.
Bathed in the gentle moonstone light, that smile appeared especially enchanting and captivating, yet carried a trace of eerie allure that made one's heart tremble.
"Daoist Yang, please... take off your clothes."
Her voice was as soft as feathers brushing across the heart, carrying an indescribable seduction.
Before her words had even finished, Liu Ruyan lightly tapped with her jade finger.
The gorgeous palace dress she wore quietly slipped away, like a butterfly freed from its restraints.
Revealing a close-fitting scarlet soft armor beneath, it perfectly outlined her exquisite, alluring curves.
Those breathtaking arcs were enough to make any hot-blooded cultivator lose himself in fantasies and struggle to maintain control.
The seductive scene and ambiguous atmosphere spread through the secluded cave abode, which had been completely sealed off.
Looking at the sight before him, Yang Lingtian appropriately revealed a hint of flushed embarrassment on the surface, and his breathing seemed to become a little "more hurried."
He appeared somewhat flustered, his gaze darting away as he dared not look directly at Liu Ruyan's fiery figure.
"Saint... Saintess..." His voice was hoarse, as though he were somewhat nervous.
Yet beneath his seemingly panicked exterior, his heart was as calm as an ice pool that had remained frozen for ten thousand years.
His mind was more focused than ever before.
He took in every movement Liu Ruyan made, every minute expression, without missing a thing.
Seeing Yang Lingtian's innocent yet love-struck appearance, the corners of Liu Ruyan's lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Excellent. Everything was under her control. This Yang Lingtian was indeed still a little too green.
He possessed nothing but brute strength, yet was an inexperienced fledgling who had