At those words, Pei Hongling froze on the spot.
A brief, deathly silence fell over the hall.
Pei Hongling could not quite wrap her mind around it. She had followed Xia Dong for several years now, and throughout that time, he had rarely ventured out. Even though she had handed over her life-bound Soul Tablet long ago and become a slave entirely under his control, Xia Dong had never so much as laid a finger on her.
She had always assumed that Xia Dong either cultivated some great Dao of pure-hearted abstinence or simply had no interest in her willow-and-reed beauty.
After all, back in that guest room in Linyuan Prefecture, she had once willingly undressed and offered herself to him to escape her master's control, only for Xia Dong to coldly refuse her.
Who could have imagined that, after she invited him to the estate today, he would suddenly spring this on her?
After a moment of stunned disbelief, Pei Hongling immediately moved.
She was already a slave whose life and death rested in his hands, and she had willingly offered herself when the occasion called for it before. There was no need to put on a show of proud chastity, as though she would rather die than submit.
She raised her hands and untied the sash at her waist. Her outer robe slipped off, and she began removing her inner garments.
"Don't rush. I wasn't telling you to take your clothes off right now."
Pei Hongling looked doubtful. With a male and female cultivator alone in a room, what could they possibly do to help one another cultivate other than dual cultivation, using the other as a cultivation cauldron to harvest their essence?
Pei Hongling's hands stopped in midair, her heart full of questions.
Although she did not