The thunder ceased, and rain poured down, shrouding heaven and earth in a vast haze. Through it, a stretch of scorched mountains could faintly be seen, electric arcs flickering over ground where even the rain could not quench the rising smoke.
Everyone was shaken. The Heavenly Tribulation had been truly terrifying. Even from so far away, they had seen several peaks collapse. The danger at its heart went without saying.
"To survive even that-he's bound to dazzle the ages, standing shoulder to shoulder with the strongest and chasing right on the heels of those ancient monsters!"
"The Vice Cult Master certainly raised a fine disciple. Such peerless talent, a dragon among men..."
Exclamations of praise rose one after another, some expressing astonishment at Lin Fan, others flattering Qing Yao.
Neither person concerned paid any attention to the outside commotion, however. One was in seclusion, while the other lay in a beauty's arms, so blissfully content that he had forgotten the world and had no time for anything else.
Elsewhere, a finely furnished room held a young woman's fragrance and softness. A strand of silky hair fell across the youth's face and brushed his nose, setting his heart adrift.
With light, graceful steps, Yue Chan carried the drowsing Lin Fan toward a jade bed. Just as she was about to set him down, she let out a shriek.
"Ah... what are you doing?!" she cried, her cheeks flushing crimson. She twisted her slender, flawless body, revealing every curve as she tried to pull away and stand.
But the arm around her supple, snakelike waist was strong and hot. It held her firmly, refusing to let go, and drew her toward the bed.
Yue Chan's heart raced, her pretty face burning with embarrassment and a little anger.
They were far too close.