Feeling somewhat uneasy, Su Haimei and Ying Feiqiong moved over with graceful steps and came to Zhang Tie's side. They looked around to either side, seemingly searching for somewhere to sit—but where in this cave would there be stools prepared for two beauties?
"Sit here..." Zhang Tie looked around. He was sitting on a suitably sized rock, and beside him happened to be two stalagmites growing from the ground. Both were over four feet tall, right next to the fire, each as thick as a tree trunk that one person could wrap their arms around. Zhang Tie reached out, his palm like a blade. With a gentle burst of Battle Qi, the two stalagmites on either side of him were silently severed by a single chop from their bases, a little over a foot above the ground. It was like slicing radishes with a sharp kitchen knife, leaving behind smooth stone surfaces, just right for Su Haimei and Ying Feiqiong to sit on.
Those two stalagmites, however, were directly to Zhang Tie's left and right. If the women sat down, they would be pressed close to him on either side, as if making it convenient for him to hold one in each arm. Yet after finding them two seats, Zhang Tie showed no intention of shifting his own position. There were no other suitable spots by the fire. Ying Feiqiong glanced at Su Haimei with some embarrassment, but Su Haimei gritted her teeth and sat down first on Zhang Tie's right. Seeing Su Haimei take her seat, Ying Feiqiong sat on Zhang Tie's left. In an instant, the two beautiful women had Zhang Tie sandwiched between them.
A subtle fragrance drifted around him. Zhang Tie took a deep, appreciative breath, yet he held a stick in his hand and focused