Across the empty lake surface, the woman's clear, bright voice spread out, every word round and polished, carrying a vibrant lingering echo that sank into the ears. Even knowing she was uttering foul language, it still stirred one's heart into a state of comfort. Of course, this was Yu Zhou's personal feeling; goodness knows what thoughts the yellow-robed Taoist floating above the lake was entertaining at this moment.
As for Baoguang... the little Taoist was in a daze.
Yu Zhou could understand. From their position, they could happen to see the exquisite curves of the woman in the lake, especially since her drenched, exceptionally fine clothing was plastered entirely against her skin, allowing the flesh beneath to show through in the harsh light. In particular, the woman's figure was voluptuous, with curves and hollows that rose and fell to an almost exaggerated degree. No wonder the little Taoist was dazed; how could a little fellow like him, utterly devoid of experience, resist such a scene?
Come to think of it, the more experience one had, the more one could appreciate the spine-chilling thrills hidden within...
Fortunately, Yu Zhou could always distinguish between matters of priority. He took a deep breath and looked away. Right now, he was even more curious about the yellow-robed Taoist's reaction: after a brief silence in the valley, he had first assumed that the yellow-robed Taoist had been choked into silence by the woman's scaring, but he quickly realized he had still underestimated this man's thick-skinned nature and scheming mind.
The yellow-robed Taoist hung suspended in mid-air without landing, so his cultivation realm certainly wouldn't be low. Yu Zhou still remembered how he had snatched a glance at the Zhaoshen Map in the center of the lake. The Core Formation Haze spanning three miles on the