As the saying goes, the years make people grow old.
But that saying seemed to have passed this woman by.
Back in Southern Border, she had worried that An Rongyan would age and lose her beauty. Yet even now, her breasts were still firm, and her belly remained flat.
Her long, slender legs could still drive men to madness, and they were as strong as ever.
Not a single wrinkle marred her skin from head to toe.
Her eyes were still bright, and when she smiled, she was even more captivating than before—enough to take a man's life. Which man could see her and not lose his soul?
That was why she had never denied herself over the years.
When she was happy, she drank and ate her fill. When she was angry, she swung her sword and killed. She was a woman who knew how to live.
There were few people like her left in this world.
Some envied her for her beauty, others for her cultivation...
She could say that almost nothing ever went wrong for her. There was just one exception.
Loneliness.
No matter how thrilling the experience, nothing could fill the loneliness in her heart.
Gazing at her flawless, naked body, the woman let out a soft sigh. An indescribable melancholy welled up inside her...
"Bang!"
Suddenly, someone slammed open the inn's front door, while two heads appeared at the window.
In the blink of an eye, seven heads had poked inside, and countless greedy, leering eyes landed on the woman.
At the doorway and outside the window, the seven men stared, hardly daring to breathe.
Like any men, the instant they saw a woman fresh from her bath, they were like starving dogs that hadn't eaten in three months.
Drip, drip—saliva ran from their mouths.