Dawn came, and the sky gradually brightened.
Qin Tian rose and looked at the stunning saintess beside him. Taking in every bit of the beautiful scenery, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he silently swallowed.
He sensed the Jade Lake Saintess's rapid Primordial Spirit fluctuations: conflict, annoyance, frustration at her own weakness-but no regret at all.
"You weren't asleep either." Qin Tian chuckled and leaned over her, interrupting her inner struggle. His fingers brushed across her warm, jade-like skin. It felt soft, supple, and dewy, without a single flaw. Only patches of red marks testified to how fierce yesterday's battle had been.
Just as Qin Tian was about to go further, the Jade Lake Saintess immediately opened her eyes. Her once-rippling, soul-stealing gaze turned clear.
Utterly bashful, she flushed so deeply that her face seemed about to drip water. She raised her long, shapely leg high, effortlessly performing a difficult full split.
Her snow-white, warm, jade-like foot pressed against his chest. It felt wonderful, soft as though boneless and smooth as silk. Qin Tian's attention wandered for a moment, and the Jade Lake Saintess kicked hard, sending him flying out of the room.
"That was close, so close." Qin Tian landed by the lake. Fortunately, even in his distracted state, he had instinctively restrained his aura.
Otherwise, that fragrant, soft snow mountain would have become a mountain of blood.
Qin Tian looked up. The Jade Lake Saintess was like a startled swan. Her newly changed pale-purple palace gown made her exposed skin look even whiter, and her graceful figure was intoxicating. Her waist-length hair was glossy black and beautiful. Her slender waist twisted gently, alluring as a beautiful serpent, as she departed like a dancing phoenix.
The Jade Lake Saintess paused briefly on a bamboo branch, turned back, and softly