"Shuqing, you... your figure is still quite something. You could even take this heaven-piercing strike of mine, tsk tsk... you must have cultivated quite a bit when you were young. Truly old yet still strong!" After launching a move, the Yaksha King laughed. "Jingyi? That move of yours won't do. Its force is far too weak. Could it be Changsheng from the Great Forest Temple taught it to you? Oh, no, that's wrong. He must have used it on you!"
"Mhm, that must be it. That old monk always cherished jade and pitied flowers, so naturally his hand was light. My, you must have enjoyed it. But have you two ever tried candles? Painful, but utterly soul-stirring..."
Abbess Jingyi's face flushed with rage. The Peach Blossom Whip in her hand no longer created any illusions; she lashed it directly at the Yaksha King's face. The whip twisted, and the wind wailed through the air as though it could tear space apart... The Yaksha King flicked up his trident, striking the tip of the whip in the blink of an eye. With a dull "puff," several peach blossoms at the whip's end burst apart. When they formed again, their shadows had already dimmed.
"What? Jingyi, did I strike a nerve? What are you afraid of? Men and women loving each other is perfectly natural. Monks are men too. And you women of the Incense-Passing Cult call yourselves abbesses—could it be because you've long harbored thoughts of hooking up with the monks of the Great Forest Temple?" Having damaged the Peach Blossom Whip's true form a little, the Yaksha King was immensely pleased. Silver light flashed in his eyes as he continued, "Oh, and Shuqing, how did Yuantian die? Others may not know, but I know very well. Wasn't he drained dry