"Sect Leader Huang, rest assured. Yingying will not fail your trust." Ren Yingying gave a graceful bow.
Although Huo Qingtong still harbored reservations toward the Demonic Cult, under Lin Xuan and Huang Rong's mediation, she agreed to set aside their grievances for the time being. Rather than blindly pursuing Ren Yingying, she chose to remain by Lin Xuan's side and assist with the investigation.
"Young Master Lin, Sect Leader Huang, I'll go into town first to gather information. If I find anything, I'll inform you at once."
Huo Qingtong clasped her fists in salute. Her dashing figure looked especially captivating beneath the moonlight.
"Be careful, Miss Huo," Lin Xuan reminded her gently.
Once Ren Yingying and Huo Qingtong had gone their separate ways, only Lin Xuan and Huang Rong remained on the mountaintop.
"Let's head back too."
Lin Xuan stretched, then turned his gaze toward Huang Rong beside him. His eyes instantly grew heated.
Huang Rong was still dressed in that moon-white fitted martial outfit.
After all the running about and confrontation earlier, her neatly arranged high ponytail had loosened slightly. A few stray strands fell beside her ears, fluttering softly in the night breeze and adding a lazy, alluring charm to her appearance.
The snug fabric clung to her mature body. Under the moonlight's outline, her full, perky breasts, slender yet supple waist, and round, lifted curves all radiated fatal temptation.
She was like a fully ripened peach hanging from a branch, giving off an enticing sweetness as she waited to be plucked by someone who desired her.
"What are you staring at? Your eyes are about to fall out."
Noticing Lin Xuan's utterly unabashed gaze, Huang Rong shot him a coquettish glare. Yet there was not a trace of anger in her eyes—only a bashful hesitation that seemed