Returning to the City in Great Victory, a Rare Encounter Through the Ages, Dragon Gall and Turtle Gall, Qi Surging Without End!

Returning to the City in Great Victory, a Rare Encounter Through the Ages, Dragon Gall and Turtle Gall, Qi Surging Without End!

Zhao Yingqiong was soaked through, coolness spreading across her body and easing her discomfort somewhat. After half an hour, she changed into a sleeping robe, loosened her long hair, and had a maid summon Li Xian. Li Xian had been practicing martial arts on the deck. Hearing the summons, he went to Zhao Yingqiong's bedchamber.

She sat in a reclining chair, her loose sleeping robe made of pale purple gauze and crossed at the collar, draping hazily around her like mist. It was embroidered with floral and bird patterns. Her legs were long and healthy, crossed one over the other and exposed beneath the robe, the lines of muscle between them strikingly clear. Her bare toes tipped upward slightly, flexing up and down. A bewitching charm seemed to flow outward from within her. Having drunk the ten-thousand-year Mystic Turtle soup, Zhao Yingqiong was like a blazing oil poured over a furnace. The fiercer the furnace burned, the richer its warmth radiated.

Li Xian called, "General, you summoned me?" Zhao Yingqiong seemed unaware of anything unusual as her gaze traveled over him. She said seriously, "That's right." Then she brought up Han Tianmu and Fang Dayong, asking for Li Xian's thoughts.

Although Li Xian knew the details surrounding Fang Dayong's death, the strange part lay entirely within the Mirage Sea Region, where there was no way to investigate. He offered one or two thoughts, but there was no real breakthrough.

When they turned to Han Tianmu, Li Xian said, "General Han is the grand general of the Black-Armored Guard. Even if he is inferior to General Zhao in every respect, he would never easily abandon the Black-Armored Guard. His