Night deepened.
Outside the crevice, moonlight spilled like water through the dense forest.
Lin Shisan sat cross-legged on the beast hide, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing, restoring his cultivation as quickly as possible.
In this secret realm, every moment held opportunities, and every moment held dangers and man-eating demon beasts.
And those ill-intentioned people who had entered with an agenda, ready to take your life at any time.
The only reason you could stay alive was that you were strong enough-at least strong enough to protect yourself.
The Taiji Wheel slowly revolved within his dantian.
Black and white spiritual energy wound through his meridians. Most of his depleted spiritual power had already recovered.
Gu Mengli leaned against the opposite stone wall, breathing evenly. She had been sound asleep for some time.
Moonlight fell across her beautiful face, illuminating her dignified, elegant features, lending them a softness in place of their daytime chill.
"Heh heh heh..."
Lin Shisan chuckled.
Compared with Mu Ling'er, Hu Niu, even Long Shuang'er, the languid mature beauty, Xue Yaotian, or Feng Xian'er...
Her beauty had a distinctive style of its own.
As though pulled by a string, his gaze settled on Gu Mengli, and a nameless restlessness suddenly stirred.
He saw Gu Mengli slowly approaching, saw her seductive eyes, saw her alluring figure, saw things unsuitable for children.
He even heard her amorous sounds.
For some reason, the moment he looked over, Gu Mengli became like a dazzling star, her brilliance making his head spin.
His heartbeat quickened, his blood surged.
A bewitching technique, a thousand-year legacy of Nine Nether Mountain.
His will stirred, and the Taiji Wheel turned.
A faint ripple of seven-colored rosy light spread out, grinding the bewitching technique into nothing in an instant.
"Well? Feeling good, Dark-Skinned Boy?"
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