Yu Xuanbing felt as though he had been defiled.
Whether before entering the Nether Realm or after, he had never been assigned a job like this. Had he known beforehand what it involved, he would never have agreed. But it had already happened, and he endured it.
It was easy enough to console himself: this was his last job in this lifetime. After this, there would no longer be a man named Yu Xuanbing in the Cultivation World.
After the wind and rain finished battering Dazhi City with their clattering racket, the streets gradually grew lively again. The two naked figures inside the hall had also settled down.
Her long hair loose, giving her a different sort of allure, the Red-Clad Woman lay on her side with her head propped up and one leg half wrapped around the man. The tip of her index finger traced lines across Shi Chun's chest, connecting beads of sweat, while her seemingly casual gaze occasionally flicked toward the bracelet on his wrist.
She asked lightly, "Where did the ring I gave you go?"
Shi Chun patted the thigh draped across him. "Why ask when you already know? I like you, but that doesn't mean I like being watched. Oh, right. Li Hongjiu and I were hunted by a group of demon cultivators earlier, including several experts in the heavenly immortal realm. That wouldn't have been your doing, would it?"
The Red-Clad Woman said coolly, "That caused quite a stir. Even my uncle heard about it and questioned me over it. Would I be doing this with you if I wanted to kill you? Would I let Li Hongjiu become Dong Liangying's master if I wanted him dead? Hasn't Li Hongjiu already returned to the Treasure-Evolving Sect?"
Shi Chun had only asked to make sure.