Early the next morning.
On a cliff at the edge of the spirit island, Li Ping sat cross-legged, gazing at the boundless sea before him. Memories of last night's passion rose unbidden in his mind, and his fingertips still seemed to retain the silky feel of the two beauties' skin.
Two beauties.
Wei Yiling had been wild and assertive, while Feng Xishuang had yielded tenderly to his affection. Both were peerless beauties with exquisite figures, and he had to admit they had given him an entirely different experience.
It had been Feng Xishuang's first time, though, and she had been rather inhibited. Perhaps next time-
But then again-
"She really is a temptress of the Demonic Path," he muttered, cursing under his breath.
Feng Xishuang was a traditional woman who strictly observed propriety. Li Ping was certain that Wei Yiling, that temptress, had instigated such an outrageous act.
No wonder the two had deliberately avoided him throughout the journey to whisper together. Even the way Feng Xishuang looked at him had seemed odd, and she had blushed for no apparent reason.
So they had been discussing this all along. Wei Yiling had actually coaxed Feng Xishuang into becoming a rebellious disciple who set her sights on her own teacher.
"All that talk about sisters being of one heart and marrying the same man was just an excuse." Li Ping shook his head slightly.
Although he believed Wei Yiling had played the leading role, Feng Xishuang's own wishes could not be overlooked, especially in something as outrageous as two women sharing one husband.
She had preserved her chastity like flawless jade for four hundred and fifty years, yet last night she had willingly offered him her untouched body.
Persuasion from her dear sister Wei Yiling had played a part, but more