As a vast amount of sword essence poured into her, Bai Tang's body grew solid at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.
She was no longer translucent, but had become a flesh-and-blood person. Her figure grew softer and more supple, and even her lips and mouth became warm.
Although Bai Tang covered Jiang Yang's eyes and forbade him from opening them, she had not restrained his hands. Somehow, they had already climbed to her waist. The unfamiliar touch made her draw in her belly slightly, but with sword essence still held in her mouth, she could not spare a hand and could only let him be.
I only hope this brat doesn't go too far...
Whether Jiang Yang had heard Bai Tang's thoughts or simply had no idea what came next, he truly made no further move beyond holding her waist tightly.
The softness in his arms melted his bones and weakened his sinews, suffused with a hidden fragrance like that of a flower bud. Leaning forward would plunge him into lush softness.
But Jiang Yang truly had no attention to spare. Having sword essence drawn out of his body was far from pleasant. He could only hold Bai Tang tightly and concentrate on controlling its flow.
This naturally required Jiang Yang's willing cooperation. Sword essence existed between the tangible and intangible; it was itself a realm of attainment in the Sword Dao. To release sword essence, he had to perform the conversion himself.
Nor did it come from nothing. The total amount of sword essence depended on the depth of his true essence and the extent of his spirit sense. When he was not actively converting it, there was not the slightest trace within him, and Bai Tang could not draw out even a drop. Thus, sword