At the same time!
A clear male voice rang out beside Chu Linger's ear.
"Clean yourself up!"
"The many elders of our sect should be coming to pay their respects to you, Ancestor, before long!"
Upon hearing this, Chu Linger, whose cheeks were flushed red, was just about to halt the secret technique.
Just then, a soft and seductive voice entered her ears again.
"Wait! Don't move!"
"Let this concubine catch her breath for a while!"
In an instant, an unspeakable scene surfaced in the mind of Chu Linger, who had been eavesdropping outside.
Her cheeks were burning hot, and a wave of feverish heat rose from within her body.
Seemingly unable to bear that sensation, Chu Linger immediately hurried back into the Quiet Room to one side in tiny, frantic steps.
Just after Chu Linger entered the Quiet Room on the right and stopped eavesdropping...
In the central Quiet Room of the rear hall!
Only after quite some time did Cheng Buzheng finally withdraw in satisfaction!
Pop!
A soft sound rang out.
Cheng Buzheng lay down on his side.
He increasingly felt that Murong Wanwan, now a Mortal Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Late Stage, possessed an ever more extraordinary spiritual charm. Every time she lifted her head and rose and fell, she could carry him straight to the pinnacle of soul-deep bliss.
Right after that, Cheng Buzheng held the beauty in his arms, one hand toying with softness as he slowly said:
"Well? Have you recovered yet?"
However, Murong Wanwan, radiant beyond compare, merely shot Cheng Buzheng a glare and said irritably:
"It hasn't even been a full day!"
"Left hanging like this, how could this concubine not feel awful?"
Hearing this, Cheng Buzheng rubbed his nose, looking somewhat helpless as he said:
"Judging by the time, the