The ninth day of the eighth month, the first year of Dingxi.
Autumn lay thick along both banks of the Huai River. As in previous years, the common people sang and danced as they awaited another Mid-Autumn Festival reunion, but the atmosphere in the Cultivation Dao was far graver, with even a sense of a storm gathering over the mountains.
The Corpse Ancestor was, after all, a cultivator capable of founding a sect and becoming a patriarch. Losing to the entire Righteous Path was one thing, but if he could not even hide, all that cultivation would have been wasted. After the cultivators of the north and south searched in vain, Monk Wuxin, Old Lü Yan, and the others had returned to Jingzhao Prefecture one after another to fortify important locations. Yellow Qilin True Person had also moved to Mountain and River Pass, both to prevent a surprise attack on the north and to reinforce Jingzhao Prefecture in time.
The panic outside, where every tree and blade of grass looked like an enemy, had yet to spread into the Marquis's Residence within the city.
At dusk, Xie Jinhuan changed into clean robes and stepped out of his seclusion quarters for the first time, looking toward the autumn sun outside.
The schedule beside the door was already densely covered with dozens of five-stroke tally characters. They looked simple enough, but behind every stroke lay a thoroughly satisfying bout of lovemaking, enough to savor for a lifetime...
Just as Xie Jinhuan stood with one hand behind his back, gazing at the setting sun and savoring the tender twists and turns of the past few days, a faint fragrance suddenly drifted over beside him.
Whoosh~
He turned to see the five-meter-tall Heaven-Connecting Great Succubus standing in the ground-floor courtyard, leaning against the second-floor