Zhao Fu paid no attention to that prince. He was only passing through, after all. Besides, he had even humiliated imperial sons before—why would he fear some mere prince?
The group continued onward, using the Teleportation Array more than a dozen times in succession before traveling for another two days and arriving within another great faction's territory. After journeying for so long, Zhao Fu felt it was time to stop and rest properly for a while.
They found an inn and booked two upper rooms—one for Shang Long, and one for Zhao Fu and the other three women.
"Hubby!"
Black and White Impermanence entered the room, their faces brimming with seduction and anticipation as they embraced Zhao Fu and called softly.
Zhao Fu naturally understood what they meant. He wrapped his arms around the two of them and brought them to the bed. The spirit ghost's face flushed red, and she could not help remembering that first time—the night Zhao Fu had subdued her, when he had directly taken her.
Back then, she had known nothing. Yet because she was rather afraid of Zhao Fu, after struggling a little, she began to cooperate with him. She had never imagined that doing such things with such a hateful man as Zhao Fu could feel so blissful.
Now, watching Zhao Fu make love with Black and White Impermanence, the spirit ghost carried the little cat in her arms over to the bed and joined them. There was nothing left to be shy about; these past few days, the three of them had always made love with Zhao Fu together.
The little cat watched from the side. With its intelligence, it still did not understand what they were doing, but seeing its mistress looking so happy beneath that man, it too revealed a