"Hum..."
Just then, beside Hun Changqing, the Desire Demon King, who had completely stabilized her Samsara Stage cultivation, slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were perfectly clear. She raised a hand, studied her palm, blinked, and gently clenched her fist.
A strange fluctuation immediately emerged within her hand.
At the sight, the Desire Demon King's lips curved into a breathtaking smile.
"What a marvelous feeling... So this is the Samsara Stage. The entire world looks different to me now..."
Those words of wonder escaped the Desire Demon King's lips.
Then she looked up at Hun Changqing. Her expression shifted slightly as she rose, swayed her serpentine waist, and sauntered over to press herself against him.
The Desire Demon King's eight-foot frame and astonishingly ample bosom almost buried Hun Changqing entirely.
Hun Changqing felt as though he had been wrapped in endless layers of soft, dense cotton candy. He wanted to break free, yet felt a trace of reluctance.
An utterly bewitching smile lingered on the Desire Demon King's face, while her slender, silky hands wandered restlessly.
At the same time, she leaned toward Hun Changqing's ear, parting her sensual red lips and breathing out wafts of orchid fragrance.
"My lord, I truly don't know how I could ever repay you..."
The Desire Demon King's voice was sultry and intensely seductive. Even Hun Changqing, whose heart was now free of joy and sorrow like that of a divine immortal or Buddha, felt faintly stirred.
In the end, however, Hun Changqing did not seize the opportunity to engage in another tangled battle with her. With tremendous willpower, he pushed away the ample bosom that was almost squashed out of shape against him, slapped aside her wandering hands, and gave a light cough.
"Enough. We can discuss repayment later. Let me ask you,