The mind-control circlet looked rather handsome on his head. Its gleaming sides were a deep emerald green. Luo Qian could control it at will, even draw it directly into his body, so he need not worry about anyone discovering it in the Immortal Realm. When he needed the medicine to take effect, he opened the circlet's restraints; when he did not, he closed them.
Luo Qian left Basmo's Planet thoroughly satisfied, but the master Alchemist was muttering to himself. "Strange. A Half-Saint, Half-Immortal constitution is utterly useless. With that Immortal half dragging him down, there's no way he should be able to advance. Yet this fellow has clearly made leaps and bounds. He's already reached the level of a Second Rank Saint..."
As Luo Qian walked through the streets of the Black Iron Saint Market, he sensed something was wrong. His legs grew heavier with every step, and his eyelids were drooping. With his power having risen so sharply, this should never have happened. Exhaustion surged from deep within him. He gritted his teeth and held on until he reached his shop, then stretched a hand toward Yifen. "I need to sleep." With that, he pitched face-first onto the ground.
Yifen jumped. Luo Qian wanted to sleep with her! Only then did she realize he was simply exhausted. Given a Saint's constitution, even a serious injury should not have left him like this. Wary now, Yifen shut the shop, dragged him into the back, and examined him. She immediately found the problem. A trace of disdain crossed her face: too much sex!
Even a Saint could overdo it, which showed just how debauched this fellow was. Who would have guessed such an honest-looking man was so lecherous? Yifen's soft pink lips curved into a sly smile. She said to the