Only then did Tang Changsheng realize that what he had just said sounded rather suggestive!
But Yan Yan'er's compliance stirred his appetite. She did not seem particularly averse to him!
Rubbing his chin, Tang Changsheng stepped forward and tentatively slipped an arm around the young woman's slender waist. She trembled at once, as helpless as a kitten beneath a stranger's hand.
Even through her clothes, he could feel a faint softness that made his heart stir. His arm, which had only rested lightly around her waist, tightened before he could help himself, drawing her firmly against him.
She stopped trembling. Instead, her whole body seemed to soften like spring water. Tang Changsheng felt his heart ripple along with it.
A moment later, half supporting and half carrying her, Tang Changsheng led Yan Yan'er into the temple's main hall.
At night, only two candles burned on the offering table before the Deity Statue. Everywhere else lay in darkness.
Yet beneath the dim candlelight, the broad shadows did not make the statue look frightening. Instead, it seemed faintly warm.
That meant this Deity Statue had truly come into its own. Its powers went beyond sending dreams.
Through his Spirit Eye, Tang Changsheng saw that the Spirit Terrace had long since spread across the entire temple, which covered several acres. It could no longer be called a Spirit Terrace; it had evolved into Daoist Grounds.
In another space that seemed to overlap the temple, the grounds extended dozens of times farther. Rows of magnificent buildings stood beneath a pale White Light, solemn and sacred.
It had developed this far in such a short time? The sight startled Tang Changsheng.
It had already reached at least a tenth of the scale of the Lower River City God's domain. Yet that domain had taken centuries