"Not bad, Glazed Saint Ancestor!"
Chen Changming clenched his fists tightly and glared through gritted teeth at the black-clad figure in the distance.
This woman truly deserved to be a big shot from the Demon Realm. Her nerve was outrageous—she had actually watched him and the Heavenly Fox King tangled in passion with great relish.
At the time, Chen Changming had been driven by the flames of desire, his mind muddled, so he had never noticed Glazed Saint Ancestor spying from the side.
"Good little brother, forget it."
Seeing Chen Changming's furious, teeth-gritting expression, the Heavenly Fox King covered her lips and smiled. With endless charm, she said, "You can tell she likes you too. That's why she came specifically to see how you perform in certain respects."
Perform in certain respects?
Chen Changming looked utterly awkward.
The Demon Race really was the Demon Race. Their way of speaking was truly bold.
Chen Changming suddenly felt that, in certain ways, the Heavenly Fox King and Glazed Saint Ancestor might be the same kind of people.
"Huh? Why is there an extra mark in my sea of consciousness?"
The Heavenly Fox King suddenly cried out in surprise.
Guilt rose within Chen Changming. He hurried forward, took the Heavenly Fox King's jade-like hand, and said apologetically, "Sister, this little brother has wronged you. A Cold Marrow Ice Soul Dragon from the Spirit Realm planted a Yin-Yang Seal inside my body, so once I have relations with a woman, she will be branded with this seal as well..."
"I see."
The Heavenly Fox King blinked and asked curiously, "So it was through this mark that you broke through to the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Chen Changming nodded. "That's right. That dragon is wicked. When I first saw you on Wuyuan Island, it said that