Early morning, Spirit City.
Bibi Dong's private residence.
Wang Zhao's room.
Indescribable, delicate moans rose one after another, growing increasingly urgent and resounding—and, naturally, increasingly pleasant to hear.
It was worth mentioning that those continuous moans were not suppressed in the slightest. Or rather, they carried a hint of restraint mixed with abandon, enough to stir anyone who heard them, yet they never traveled beyond the room.
"Wang... Wang Zhao..."
The red-haired older sister who was usually as passionate as fire and alluringly charming now wore a bashful, girlish expression, which only made her appear even more captivating.
"Shh, Sister Ling Yuan, keep it down. Sister Dong'er is still sleeping."
Wang Zhao bit her ear.
Ling Yuan looked back at him and shot him a sultry glare.
Soon afterward, Ling Yuan's eyes rolled back so far that they could not roll down again.
About half an hour later, Wang Zhao sensed Bibi Dong getting up, and only then did he slowly cease his cultivation.
Looking at Ling Yuan, who wore a satisfied expression after he had sent her to heaven, Wang Zhao smiled gently. He tucked the blanket around her, told the tightly shut-eyed Ling Yuan to get some proper rest, then quickly went to change and wash up.
Before long, the neatly dressed Wang Zhao and Bibi Dong stepped out of the residence together. After chatting as they walked for a while, they parted ways. Bibi Dong headed to the Pope's Palace, while Wang Zhao made his way to Spirit Academy.
Yesterday, he and Zhu Zhuqing had arrived in Spirit City. Since Wang Zhao felt it was not appropriate to bring an unfamiliar face like Zhu Zhuqing into Bibi Dong's residence, he had hastily arranged for Zhu Zhuqing to stay directly at Spirit Academy.
His main purpose in