Saying It Like a Storyteller: Meng Tianzheng, the Number One in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!

Those few simple words fell into Snow Empress and Ice Empress's ears like the sweetest music.

Their delicate bodies shuddered, and a flicker of intense joy and bashfulness crossed their eyes.

They exchanged a glance, then went inside.

Silken robes slipped from their shoulders, like fairies from the moon palace.

The bed sank slightly beneath their weight.

The curtains slowly fell, concealing the room's heady passion and springtime bliss.

The night was gentle, and crimson waves rolled.

The Supreme Yin True Art he had just bestowed upon them began to circulate faster within their bodies amid the profound flow of yin and yang, completely washing away the last trace of mortal impurity.

The next day, daylight broke bright and clear.

The clamor along South City's main street once again roused the city.

The doors of Listening Rain Pavilion opened right on time. Listeners who had been waiting outside for ages surged into the hall like a tide and found themselves seats.

"Hey, look!"

A sharp-eyed wandering cultivator had barely sat down when he lowered his voice and pointed to either side of the raised platform, crying out in surprise.

Everyone followed his finger and instantly froze.

On either side of the rosewood table, two exquisite wooden chairs had appeared at some point.

Two peerlessly beautiful women sat upright in them.

The woman on the left wore a white dress and held an ancient zither; the girl on the right wore a short emerald skirt and held a jade flute.

Simply sitting there in silence, the two radiated an otherworldly, transcendent aura, as if they had no place in the mortal world.

Even more impossible to look away from was their condition.

After last night's tender loving and the cleansing of the Supreme Yin True Art, Snow Empress and Ice