Nearly two hours later.
"Mmph."
With a slightly strained whimper, Xingxiu finally raised her head. Looking into Hun Changqing's eyes, blazing with desire, she curled her lips, still stained with a trace of cloudy white, then reached out to pull off his last remaining upper garment, ready to end the warm-up and move on to the main event.
Yet the instant Hun Changqing pulled up his trousers, Xingxiu also sensed something amiss. A chilling scarlet light flashed through her eyes. She slowly rose from beneath him, sweeping her crimson gaze toward a certain patch of sky.
Whoosh!
Under their gazes, the sound of space tearing suddenly rang out from that spot. A jagged spatial rift appeared, followed by several figures in fiery red robes emerging from within. Their foreheads bore flame markings identical to Huo Zhi's. Clearly, these were members of the Yan Clan who had come looking for her.
"Uh, you two, have you happened to see someone from our clan..."
After stepping out of the spatial rift, the Yan Clan members noticed the peculiar expressions on Hun Changqing's and Xingxiu's faces below. They all froze briefly, but thought little of it. One even stepped forward, cupped his hands toward the pair, and began asking a question. Before he could finish, however, Xingxiu interrupted him.
"Ptooey!"
Beneath their astonished gazes, Xingxiu, whose exquisite face still bore an unfaded blush, tilted her head and spat a mouthful of cloudy white foam viciously onto the ground. Then she whipped her head toward the sky, the bloodthirsty scarlet gleam in her eyes striking terror into their hearts.
"Uh, we are from the Yan Clan. We followed the aura of one of our clanspeople here. Might you two..."
Feeling the vast, majestic aura radiating from Xingxiu and seeing her murderous gaze, the man