Song Wen felt a chill crawl up his spine.
Rong Shu was withered and gaunt, making her appear exceedingly aged, with a hint of deathly aura clinging to her.
He truly could not stir up any interest.
Yet on the other hand, Song Wen was quite interested.
Among the roster of Rong Clan disciples who had joined the Divine Blood Sect, the name "Rong Shu" stood out conspicuously.
Moreover, they were now face-to-face, and Rong Shu had not deliberately concealed her aura. Song Wen could clearly sense that what she cultivated was the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art.
"Ha ha ha..."
Peach Blossom True Person suddenly let out a wild, unrestrained laugh.
Rong Shu's upper garments had already been stripped away by him, exposing her thin, withered shoulders.
Peach Blossom True Person wrapped an arm around Rong Shu's "fragrant shoulder," gazing at her with deep affection and tenderness.
"Fellow Daoist Rong Shu, your taste... truly is one of a kind! This boy is merely a Rogue Cultivator at the Void Refinement stage. I fear he will not be able to withstand your dewdrops of grace."
"What? Must I have your permission to find another man?" Rong Shu's voice was somewhat cold.
"How would I dare? How would I dare! So long as Fellow Daoist Rong Shu is happy." A trace of awkwardness flashed over Peach Blossom True Person's face, but he promptly resumed his fawning expression. "If Fellow Daoist is willing, I can serve you together with him."
Rong Shu's brows rose slightly.
This was not a bad suggestion!
Her shriveled fingers caressed Peach Blossom True Person's chest, while her bulging eyes stared unblinkingly at Song Wen.
"What is it, young one? You refuse to answer. Could it be that you despise me for being old and faded?"
As Rong