"Bald donkey!"
Mu Xiu's eye twitched. "I've figured it out—you're not really hungry. You'll eat just about anything!"
"Amitabha!!"
Master San Nong ignored Mu Xiu, pressed his palms together, and walked toward the woman.
But before he could go up and question her, she slowly turned around.
She seemed like a ghostly enchantress, dressed in a layer of white gauze that perfectly displayed her graceful figure. Her skin was as fair and soft as snow, and every inch of her radiated temptation.
"Master, you're here!"
The woman suddenly parted her red lips, her voice as melodious as the heavens.
Then she drew closer to Master San Nong, the fragrance of her body lingering beneath his nose and making his consciousness gradually grow hazy.
In particular, her slender fingers brushed lightly across his face, sending a tingling sensation through him and making his body shiver involuntarily.
"This humble monk has arrived!"
Master San Nong's gaze instantly turned dazed, as if the woman had stolen his very soul.
Her melodious voice, especially, made him feel as though he were lost in a tender dream, unable to escape. The firm defenses he had built through years of Buddhist cultivation crumbled, bit by bit, under her seduction.
"This is bad!!"
Tan Li's expression changed sharply as he sensed danger.
He quickly drew the warblade in his hand. In an instant, he and the blade seemed to become one, giving off an ancient, mysterious aura. Runes shimmered along the blade, as though a mysterious power were coursing through it.
Rumble!!
The Wu Clan bloodline activated in an instant, and terrifying energy erupted.
Tan Li's figure shot forward like lightning, charging at the woman with his blade in hand. The sound of the blade tearing through the air seemed capable of ripping apart every obstacle.
But