Tight, warm, enveloping.
Lin Xuan seemed to feel new vitality. The circulation of true qi that had nearly run dry began to churn madly once more after encountering this brand-new, pure yin primordial qi.
"So full... Xuan-lang..."
Mu Wanqing braced both hands against Lin Xuan's chest, rising and falling with his movements.
Her long black hair fluttered with every motion, the dark strands forming a stark visual contrast against her snow-white skin.
Qin Hongmian lay off to one side, watching the scene unfold.
Watching the daughter she had raised with her own hands make love to the same man in the very place where she herself had just lain.
Watching her daughter's expression gradually turn dazed, pained, and blissful, listening to the familiar soft gasps by her ear.
An eerie sense of satisfaction, along with an absurd sense of relief at having shattered a taboo, unexpectedly rose within her.
"So this is how it is... Could it possibly get any worse?"
With a bitter smile, she reached out and grasped one of Lin Xuan's hands, attempting to send him a little true qi from the side to assist him.
And so, in that bamboo hut deep in the night, an earth-shattering healing ritual unfolded.
There was simply too much violent true qi within Lin Xuan's body. Though Mu Wanqing was young and strong, she could not endure his storm-like demands.
Before long, she too was defeated, panting softly and unable to move any further.
"I can't do it anymore... Master..." Mu Wanqing pleaded tearfully for help.
By then, Qin Hongmian had recovered a little strength. Seeing her daughter's miserable state and Lin Xuan's aura, which had gradually steadied but still required guidance, she sighed.
She propped up her soft, voluptuous body and crawled over.
"What a cursed fate... Let me