Song Qingshu had dealt with countless beauties over the years—gentle ones, fiery ones, icy ones, passionate ones, and everything in between. He knew every woman had her own peculiarities, so not only did he not take her attitude to heart, he found it especially amusing. "Since you've weathered so many storms, why are you still coughing up blood?"
"Knowing through someone's tricks is one matter. Whether I cough up blood is another," the White Lotus Holy Mother replied coldly.
Song Qingshu laughed. "Keep talking tough. I examined your condition just now. Your insides are already a complete mess, and you've only been holding on by sheer force of will. Now that you've coughed up blood and leaked that breath of true qi, if I let go of you, you won't make it three steps before passing out."
"Hmph, let go of me and watch me walk!" The White Lotus Holy Mother was stubborn by nature. As she spoke, she reached out and pushed him away.
Song Qingshu shrugged. "Fine, then walk by yourself." With that, he really did release her.
Without his support, the White Lotus Holy Mother swayed. But she gritted her teeth and forcibly steadied herself, then took a step forward and snorted coldly. "One!"
"That's only the first step," Song Qingshu said with a smile.
"Two!" The White Lotus Holy Mother took another step forward, then looked back at him with some pride.
Song Qingshu was in no hurry. He merely extended a hand in invitation, signaling for her to continue.
"Three!" The White Lotus Holy Mother took a third step without hesitation. Before she could look pleased with herself, her expression suddenly changed. She gave him a deep look. "Fine, you win."
As soon as she finished speaking, her whole body went limp and collapsed toward