Changing Spirit Sacrifice

Giant Peak City. An inn. A fine private room, with a large, soft bed and excellent soundproofing.

Xiao Yun sat on the bed with Ao Shuiyao, whose face was flushed crimson.

Outside the door, Ao Wushuang pricked up his ears and widened his eyes, looking as though he were gritting his teeth and ready to charge inside.

"Se... Senior, what are we going to do next?"

Ao Shuiyao asked with both embarrassment and irritation. Her impression of Xiao Yun was getting worse and worse. This old fellow definitely harbored ill intentions. If not for wanting Xiao Yun to apologize to Myriad Swords Manor, she would never have given this old man the time of day.

"I don't know either. It's my first time!" Xiao Yun blurted out.

Upon hearing that, even the snow-white skin of Ao Shuiyao's neck flushed a vivid red.

Bang!

The door was suddenly kicked open!

"You old bastard, you scoundrel!" Ao Wushuang finally could not hold back any longer. He shoved open the door and rushed in.

Then he heard Xiao Yun, seated on the bed, say, "It's my first time being someone's master too, so I'm not very familiar with it. Let me think first about how I can save a fine piece of jade like you, whose talent has been ruined by incompetent teaching."

After saying that, Xiao Yun calmly glanced at the Ao Wushuang who had barged in.

Ao Wushuang's face instantly turned awkward. He had misunderstood.

Still, he had cultivated a thick enough skin in his youth. He calmly turned around, left the room, and even shut the door properly behind him.

"Mm, let me first examine your body... condition!" Xiao Yun's voice came from inside the room.

Outside the door, Ao Wushuang, who was eavesdropping, once again became so furious that