The Secret of Jade Luo, the Madam Captured?

The ship's interior was extravagantly furnished, every part made of costly wood, smooth and warm like precious jade.

An incense burner stood in the center. Fragrant smoke curled upward, making it feel as though one had entered an immortal realm. To the right stood a jade bed, pale violet gauze curtains hanging down like a waterfall beyond the heavens.

On the west side of the bedroom was a large terrace overlooking the river.

"She truly knew how to enjoy herself. Lying in bed while admiring the grand river's scenery—what a delight."

Li Xian murmured softly.

He lifted the pale violet gauze curtain and saw the madam, only to lose his words. On the jade bed, her situation was rather delicate. She sat cross-legged, her figure graceful, her eyes lightly closed.

Like an immortal maiden in quiet cultivation.

Yet there was no need for a close look. The ropes around her body were already glaringly conspicuous. They crisscrossed her body as though biting into her flesh; not a single strand was superfluous, each one firmly restricting the joints throughout her body.

Her ankles, knees, wrists, elbows—

They rendered the madam unable to move.

Dignity and alluring charm appeared at once.

The madam wanted to open her eyes and gaze out at the great river. Seeing the lovely river scenery, a tranquil and contented look appeared in her eyes. Yet she seemed unable to break free.

Her pretty face was faintly flushed.

She did not look as though she had been captured.

Li Xian emerged from the First Glimpse and suddenly understood. Watching the river, he comprehended the river; watching the water, he comprehended the water. The vast and surging force of Jade Luo Palm, its palm power layered upon layer, came from the winding river course.

Water striking the riverbank—how magnificent