After more than an hour, Lin Qi and Zhao Bufan felt their heads buzzing, as though countless bees were flying wildly inside, leaving them utterly dizzy and disoriented.
At the same time, an indescribable, lustful fire surged in their bellies, as though it would burn their bodies to ashes.
Under these circumstances, the two finally failed to resist temptation and agreed to accept Ying Ming Hao's enticing rewards.
However, before setting off for their destination, they knew full well that they had to inform Lin Xue, Lin Zihan, and the others first. Otherwise, the women would surely be frantic with worry, unable to sit still.
And so, Lin Yong took a deep breath and tried to steady himself, though he still stammered as he spoke:
"Um... Cousin, I've suddenly gained some rather valuable insights into the way of cultivation, so I'm planning to find somewhere to cultivate in seclusion for a while. Probably, possibly, maybe a few days or so..."
By the end, Lin Yong's voice was barely audible. He kept his head lowered throughout, not daring to look up at Lin Zihan even once.
At that moment, his nerves were stretched to their limit. He could even clearly hear the frantic thump, thump, thump of his own heart.
"Hmm? Don't tell me you've found some unconventional cultivation method?"
A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Zihan's mouth, piercing his lie mercilessly like a sharp sword.
Lin Yong's little scheme was as plain as Sima Zhao's ambitions-every passerby knew it. The moment he stuck out his backside, she knew what kind of fart he meant to let out.
"No, no! Zhang Ze and Zhao Bufan can vouch for us. We're definitely going to devote ourselves to cultivation."
Lin Hao hurriedly tried to smooth things over. Beads of