Yu Ci's voice seemed to rise from deep underground, carrying a muffled, murky resonance.
Under his techniques, the female cultivator was forced to extend her fragrant tongue. The posture was highly indecent, yet intensely provocative. She struggled as well, though only slightly, while uneven sounds came from her nose and throat, making the ears itch and seeping straight into the heart.
Yu Ci's breathing seemed to carry fire, but his gaze was icy.
The female cultivator's face flushed red, then turned deathly pale. Yu Ci's fingertip touched a spot on the tip of her tongue—a tiny wound that was nearly healed. He pressed his finger onto it and smiled coldly.
"I'm asking you a question!"
How could Chu Yan answer in such a state?
Yu Ci showed not the slightest consideration for that. Or perhaps he had never intended for Chu Yan to answer at all. He lowered his head until his face was almost pressed against hers, bringing his nose close. It was a lethal posture; both could feel the other's heavy breathing. Without realizing it, Yu Ci's hand tightened, drawing a pained cry from Chu Yan.
Yet that cry could not conceal the unease of a secret laid bare.
Yu Ci released his hand, allowing Chu Yan to finally close her mouth. But then came a resounding slap that sent the female cultivator sprawling to the ground.
"What did you use? Don't play dumb. I'm asking about that thing you just volatilized with your blood!"
The way the female cultivator looked at Yu Ci was as though she were looking at a demon. She could not understand how Yu Ci had seen through her.
That look made Yu Ci feel very pleased, and he smiled again. The reason was simple: in his eyes, starlight was shining within the