Night fell over the outer sect grounds of the Misty Sect, inside that same familiar residence.
In the room, Luo Bai wore a lecherous grin as he stared at Steward Jin, dressed in a vivid scarlet robe,
with gleaming, deep-black stockings, bright-red crystal high heels, and a string of little bells around her neck.
He seemed to imagine her as Lin Zihan, whom he had seen that day, and approached Steward Jin with a wicked look.
Before long, Steward Jin's miserable sobs drifted faintly from the room.
The birds in the trees tilted their heads, casting curious looks toward it. Only at midnight did everything fall silent!
In the inner sect grounds, inside a residence in the A-grade district.
In the main hall, Xu Shu held a shapely beauty upside down in his arms,
a wicked grin never leaving his face. The two soon plunged into an intense battle that defied description!
Strange sounds kept drifting out, only dying away at midnight!
Thunder Prison, in the mountains behind the Misty Sect.
Within an unimaginably vast domain of lightning, countless thick, deep-purple bolts struck down in a frenzy.
The farther inward one went, the denser they became, countless rolling bolts forming an ocean of lightning!
At the outermost edge of the lightning sea, ghastly howls like wailing ghosts and wolves rang out. A closer look revealed a particularly dense patch of lightning.
Twelve figures were being struck relentlessly within it, black smoke rising from their heads as they screamed nonstop. The sounds came from them.
Outside the lightning, more than a dozen Enforcement Hall disciples and disciples sent by Elder Zhao Fei stood watch, afraid they might escape!
"Ow, this is killing me! It's been three days already, hasn't it?"
Fatty Zhang cried out, his face twisted