Qing Lin slowly approached Xiao Yan. She could sense the immense energy close at hand, as well as the profoundly strange and unfathomable Nihility Devouring Flame.
She circulated the battle qi within her body, coating her skin in a thin layer of frost. Then she went straight to Xiao Yan, wrapped her arms tightly around him, and gently kissed him.
The moment their lips met, a fine, pure chill flowed ceaselessly from Qing Lin's mouth. Passing through their touching lips and teeth, it surged directly into Xiao Yan's body.
The inner heat Xiao Yan felt from absorbing a Heavenly Flame was noticeably reduced after being washed over by that chill.
At that moment, Xiao Yan was wholly focused on refinement of the Nihility Devouring Flame. Even as Qing Lin did this, he showed no reaction whatsoever. More precisely, even if there was a reaction, it was only his body's instinctive response. Xiao Yan himself was completely unaware of what was happening outside.
Qing Lin was affecting Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan was affecting Qing Lin as well. Because he was refining a Heavenly Flame, powerful waves of fire surged around his body, quickly burning away every scrap of Qing Lin's clothing. As for Xiao Yan's clothes, they had long since been completely destroyed.
No matter how much she had prepared herself beforehand, no matter what resolve she possessed, Qing Lin's heart still abruptly became incomparably tense. Her heartbeat accelerated wildly like a pounding drum, and her cheeks flushed crimson.
Qing Lin was not entirely ignorant about such matters.
Ming Mei had prepared everything Qing Lin needed, including cultivation techniques, battle skills, secret arts, and more.
Perhaps Ming Mei had been worried that Qing Lin lacked experience, or perhaps it was simply her own taste, but there were also some special