Inside the luxurious Agarwood carriage, the scent of Dragon Saliva incense remained rich, yet it could not suppress the increasingly pervasive chill.
Ye Tian shifted into a more comfortable position, nearly sinking into the soft couch covered in cloud-marten fur.
His head rested on Tsunade's thighs, firm from years of cultivation yet slightly stiff now from her unease.
"Lighter. Yes, press that temple. This old man overused his Divine Sense just now. My brain hurts."
Ye Tian closed his eyes, his lazy tone that of a wealthy old landlord.
Tsunade bit her red lips as her fair hands, glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, clumsily kneaded Ye Tian's temples.
She wore only a translucent inner garment. The sweat she had worked up while "guiding his energy" had caused the thin fabric to cling tightly to her stunning curves.
With every heavy breath, it outlined a silhouette enough to shatter the Dao Heart of any Golden Core cultivator.
"Ye Tian, you said just now... you smelled blood?" Tsunade looked down at the pale-faced yet unfathomable young man, her voice hoarse and carrying a lingering afterglow.
"Don't rush. The fish hasn't reached the shore yet."
Ye Tian opened his eyes slightly and made a grasping motion with his right hand. The ink-jade chess pieces scattered across the marten fur rose like living creatures, slowly spinning in the air before him and outlining a miniature map of the Shinobi World.
"Look at this game."
Ye Tian reached out and gently nudged a white chess piece representing the "moon." "Do you think the great war in the Shinobi World is merely a territorial struggle between your Five Great Nations? Or Madara's personal performance?"
"Isn't it?" Tsunade's fingers paused, and a trace of confusion flashed through her amber eyes.
"Heh."
Ye Tian gave