The woman left.
Just as she had come, Li Su let out a faint sigh, feeling a little regretful.
It was a pity there was no time, and neither the moment nor the setting was right. Otherwise, it wasn't as though it couldn't be done.
Uh...
Li Su's mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help pressing at his brow. Ever since his transcendent flame had gone out, his immortal heart seemed to have been greatly affected. Instead, human desire had begun to rear its head.
He hadn't even seen her face. Her figure alone had stirred something in his heart.
Sure enough, becoming an immortal had a huge impact.
No wonder every novel involving immortal cultivation made its characters seem like saints, all wearing faces that said women would only hinder the speed at which they drew their swords.
Life's instinct was to seek continuation. Longevity undoubtedly greatly reduced that instinctive need, and coupled with spiritual fulfillment, one naturally ceased to care much about matters between men and women.
But if that was the case, didn't that mean so-called immortal cultivation was actually a process of self-castration?
Were top-tier cultivators basically imperial palace eunuchs?
At that thought, Li Su couldn't help shuddering.
Damn it!
Realizing that his thoughts had somehow veered a hundred and eight thousand miles off course, Li Su hurriedly straightened them out.
Look at the cultivation art, look at the cultivation art.
He didn't return to the quarantine zone. It was an electronic device, after all—who knew whether this thing could withstand radiation? If he took it in and radiation ruined it, where was he supposed to find another one?
Ask the base?
Heh. There was no affection between them. Their cooperation was naked self-interest.
Li Su was certain that if he asked, that old man at