Sacred City, City Lord's Mansion.
When Han Feng stepped out from the void and returned to this Iron-Blood Imperial Capital that he had personally built, his heart was filled with unprecedented satisfaction. His harvest on this trip was immense. Not only had he thoroughly plundered that ancient ruin and obtained countless heavenly treasures, puppets, and pills, but he had also packed up the skeleton left behind by that Creation Saint. Now, the materials needed to reshape a physical body for his teacher were all fully prepared.
He was in a great mood, humming an unknown tune as he walked toward the familiar tea pavilion in the back courtyard, ready to share his joy with his teacher.
However, the moment he stepped into the back courtyard, his footsteps came to an abrupt halt.
By the stone table in the back courtyard, his teacher, Yao Chen, was leisurely sipping fragrant tea. Under the sunlight, his solid soul body was almost indistinguishable from that of an ordinary person.
Not far away, his unrequited junior brother, Xiao Yan, was sitting cross-legged with Dou Qi surging around him. His aura was more than a notch stronger than before, and he had already broken through to the realm of a Da Dou Shi.
All of this was still normal.
What was not normal was that beside Xiao Yan, a woman who made his eyelids twitch wildly was kneeling on the ground.
She was a woman seductive to the extreme.
She wore a graceful purple brocade robe, and beneath it was a fiery figure hot enough to make any man go crazy. At this moment, however, her extremely beautiful face was covered in frost and humiliation, and those slender phoenix eyes carried a predatory wildness and chill.
As for her lower body, it was a huge purple