The Holy Spirit Cult.
Tian Chen released Ye Xishui. Their cultivation for the day had ended.
Ye Xishui panted heavily, a trace of lingering yearning on her face. Somewhere in her subconscious, she seemed to have grown attached to his embrace and did not want it to end just like that.
"Senior Ye, looking at you, don't tell me you still want to stay in my arms!"
As he spoke, Tian Chen kept staring at Ye Xishui.
Hearing this, Ye Xishui immediately straightened her clothes.
"I have no such intention. But you, little fellow, keep staring at me. Could it be that you have feelings for me?" Ye Xishui composed herself and rose from the ground.
"A graceful lady is a gentleman's fair pursuit. How could a woman as beautiful and powerful as you have no admirers, Senior Ye? Am I right?" Tian Chen said without a hint of embarrassment.
As the saying went, if you were not embarrassed, someone else would be.
"In that case, why not stay in the Holy Spirit Cult? Though there is a vast age gap between us, I might consider taking you as my little male favorite!" Ye Xishui giggled, radiating a seductive, enchanting allure.
"You certainly dare to dream, Senior Ye. But I don't have a habit of becoming someone's little male favorite. To me, winning a woman's heart is far more satisfying!"
"Still, if Senior Long Xiaoyao learned what you were thinking, I wonder how he would feel!"
At these words, Ye Xishui sank into thought.
Indeed, she admitted that she had loved Long Xiaoyao as a girl. But after so many years, that affection had long since been worn away by her deep scheming and hunger for power.
In the original story, that affection had only returned to her heart when