The unrestrained Succubus was clearly not done having fun.
She had no intention of descending from the void and returning to Bao Xiaoqin's side.
The spirit sword swept through the air, trailing a long stream behind it, like a fox's tail swaying in its wake—bewitching and flamboyant.
She split the autumn wind with a single slash, producing a shrill howl.
Not only Bao Xiaoqin, even the man driving the carriage was left staring in dumbfounded shock.
He had lived for over forty years, and the grandest thing he had ever seen was a temple fair in town. How could he have witnessed such a sight? That woman flying through the sky was clearly an immortal!
He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was dreaming in broad daylight.
Bao Xiaoqin narrowed her eyes, her smile growing more vivid.
Leaning against the carriage window, she let the autumn wind lift the loose strands before her forehead, revealing a face slightly flushed with excitement.
It was good to have a powerful tree for shade. By a twist of fate, at her most embarrassed and most unrestrained moment, she had met the Succubus.
Without realizing it, she had already begun to regard that woman who rode a sword through the sky as a good friend.
Her blood had even rushed to her head so fiercely that she had abandoned her husband, Hu Yulou, to accompany the Succubus to Sunset City. She had even given up searching for the legendary Heavenly Book.
It had to be said: once a woman went crazy, she truly lost all reason.
Bao Xiaoqin knew that perfectly well, but she did not care.
She did not give a damn about red roses or white roses. Those were all tricks men used to deceive women.
She decided that once she reached