Late at night, all was quiet, and most of the tribespeople in the encampment had already gone to sleep.
Having just coaxed the Empress Dowager to sleep, Perfected Person Xuanji strolled leisurely toward her quarters under the moonlight in a snow-white dress, twirling a little sundial in her hand and humming a Jiangzhou tune:
"Mm-hmm-hmm~~"
As she neared the tent where she was staying, Perfected Person Xuanji's ears twitched, and her humming stopped. She lightened her footsteps and headed toward the center of the encampment. Still some distance away, she saw Li Ren's large tent brightly lit, with two silhouettes visible on the canvas and voices drifting out:
"Sss-ow, ow, ow..."
"So you know it hurts? You wouldn't cooperate with a perfectly good honey trap and insisted on arguing until I had to torture you for real... Say it! You're a lecher!"
"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong..."
"Are you going to say it or not?!"
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Perfected Person Xuanji froze. Perhaps out of curiosity, she quietly approached the entrance and peered through the gap. Ye Jingtang, dressed in black robes, lay sprawled on the bed, his legs tied to the bedposts, grimacing as he begged for mercy.
Li Ren, meanwhile, looked quite imposing. With her legs spread as though riding a horse, she straddled Ye Jingtang's waist, her expression fierce as she pinched him all over.
Tsk, tsk...
Seeing her disciple fooling around on a bed with the man who had held her, Perfected Person Xuanji felt an inexplicable twinge of oddness. She wanted to clear her throat like a stern teacher and remind Li Ren to mind her bearing.
After a moment's hesitation, however, she refrained from disturbing the young couple's lovey-dovey antics. She hung the little sundial back around her neck and turned toward the