After exchanging a round of mutual flattery and pleasantries, the three finally got down to business.
Song Wen's figure rose, drifting before Xuan Li, who hung suspended in midair.
Who knew what kind of illusion Ghost Fox had created? Xuan Li was much as she had been when previously caught in the illusion—her cheeks flushed, her eyes tightly shut, and a trace of springtime desire showing between her brows.
Faced with such a lovely sight, Song Wen could not help but look twice.
The Xuan Li before him was utterly different from her usual cold manner that kept others a thousand miles away.
She possessed a peculiar charm instead.
Scenes of her affectionate intimacy with Qiluo involuntarily surfaced in Song Wen's mind.
Even as his thoughts drifted, Song Wen did not forget the task at hand.
A spiritual gleam slowly stirred at the center of his brow.
As for how to deal with Xuan Li, the best course for Song Wen was naturally to devour her magical power.
Song Wen estimated that after devouring Xuan Li's magical power, his cultivation should reach the peak of the mid-Mahayana stage.
Unfortunately, ever since Xuan Li had fallen into the illusion, Song Wen had been hard-pressed dealing with the Flood Dragon King's pursuit and had been unable to find a suitable chance to act.
Three transparent, paper-thin blades condensed at Song Wen's brow, then abruptly pierced into Xuan Li's forehead.
"Mm—"
Xuan Li's red lips parted, and an ambiguous moan escaped them.
The sound did not quite seem like pain. It was like a cry of agony, yet also like a tremor suppressed to the utmost limit, carrying an inexplicably heart-stirring allure.
Unexpectedly, Xuan Li did not awaken. Instead, the flush on her face grew even more vivid.
"Yang Yu, what are you