In the dim passage, the Hundred-Flower Immortal flicked her sleeve up to cover her face, her eyes lively as she struck a coy, inviting pose. Smiling, she asked, "Am I beautiful?"
"Heh, beautiful or not, we're all brothers... what could I possibly do? That would be downright inhuman." Not far away, Ren Ye stood by the wall, sweat pouring down his forehead as he swallowed.
A dark, enclosed space, a man and a woman alone, tinder meeting flame-it seemed something indescribable was about to happen...
The Hundred-Flower Immortal walked over, giggling. "Heehee, do you want me?"
Tap, tap.
Soft footsteps sounded as the distance between them shrank.
"Say something. Do you want me? Hehe." She came over, swaying her waist wildly and pressing him for an answer.
Ren Ye stood by the wall like a lecher. Seemingly having finally made up his mind, he panted, "You little tormentor, you're a real boner generator... if I don't give you a proper pounding today, you'll never know why they call me the Little White Dragon of Qingliang Prefecture."
"Heehee."
Seeing Ren Ye about to undo his clothes, her smile grew even brighter. "If you like me...!"
"What do I like, your six-foot chest hair? You fake-voiced bastard!"
Abruptly, Ren Ye's gaze sharpened. Once the other party came within a meter, he suddenly raised his arm.
Hum!
Space shuddered, and an ancient longsword appeared in his right hand. Without a shred of mercy, he swept it straight at her neck.
Whoosh!
Unexpectedly, that "Hundred-Flower Immortal" reacted extremely quickly, springing lightly like a cat to land three or four meters away.
But Ren Ye's sword sweep had a follow-up. He guided the sword tip into a light tap in midair.
Hum!
Sword energy surged, Radiant Might flared, and the attack swept toward the Hundred-Flower