Mingyuan said, "There must be spices mixed into the pigments used for these murals. This brat's cultivation wasn't high enough, so of course he fell prey to them."
Ning Xiang eyed the fine beads of sweat on the young boy's nose. "Can you bear it for a bit?"
Yu Tingchao circulated his spiritual power, hoping to suppress that strange, unfamiliar sensation, but the searing heat only grew more pronounced.
Ning Xiang's head hurt. Why was the cultivation world full of this sort of indecent stuff everywhere she went?!
"Wait here!"
"Little Ning Xiang, you aren't really going to sacrifice yourself to relieve that brat's..."
Before Mingyuan could finish, he obediently shut his mouth.
All because Ning Xiang had taken a square cabinet made of ice out of her Spirit Bracelet???
Ning Xiang shoved Yu Tingchao inside. "Quick, get in and cool down. Stay in there for two hours, and I guarantee you won't have a single crooked, wicked thought left."
Watching Ning Xiang push Yu Tingchao this way and that, even Mingyuan couldn't stand it anymore. "It's not that complicated. As long as the brat doesn't think about women, he'll return to normal soon enough."
"Oh." Ning Xiang asked Yu Tingchao, "Can you stop thinking about women?"
But the rich fragrance from her body wafted into Yu Tingchao's nose, and even her voice was like a soft hand teasing his earlobes.
That heat that scorched his heart and seared his lungs surged up again.
However unfamiliar Yu Tingchao was with such matters, he knew something was very wrong.
"Demon Venerable, sorry for the trouble, but please knock me unconscious and take my senior sister away."
Yu Tingchao bit down on his hair ribbon, his hair already soaked through. Even in such agony, he didn't want his senior sister to see