The speaker was a beautiful middle-aged woman. One could tell that she had been a great beauty in her youth, but beauties were like famous generals throughout history—neither was permitted to grow old before the eyes of the world.
Time was the most merciless thing. No matter how much she dressed herself up, the traces of age still showed on her face.
Of course, she could still be called a mature beauty with charm to spare. Yet her style of dress and manner of speech faintly carried a frivolous, seductive air.
Song Qingshu noticed Shan Yuru standing respectfully at her side. Just as he was wondering who she was, Shan Yuru's voice reached his ears through secret transmission. "Young master, this is my master."
Fu Yaohong!
Song Qingshu recalled Shan Yuru's earlier introduction. He vaguely remembered this character from Shattering the Void as well. She seemed exceptionally skilled in the arts of sexual pleasure and cultivation through mutual replenishment; who knew how many men she had drained dry of their vital essence.
Eugh~
Song Qingshu shuddered at the thought. He decided he ought to stay far away from this woman in the future. Fortunately, she was not his type anyway; his tastes were not that heavy.
He could not help but marvel that Shan Yuru, though Fu Yaohong's disciple, had surpassed her master. Both cultivated the Charm Technique: one was alluring and wanton in every gesture, while the other was pure and natural, as innocent-looking as the girl next door. No wonder Shan Yuru had brought the Yin Gui Sect's Charm Technique to unprecedented heights.
"Guo Jing's hometown?" Hong Qigong pondered for a while. "It seemed to be Niujia Village."
"Which Niujia Village?" Fu Yaohong pressed.
"Near Lin'an." Hong Qigong had been there before, so he naturally remembered it.
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