Jing Jiu had no interest in those explicit scenes.
He had read books.
Those books had pictures.
Zhao Layue watched for a while, then shook her head. "I still don't understand what's so interesting about this."
"It's a natural act, and naturally has its own pleasures," Jing Jiu said. "If it truly held no interest, how would the Human Race reproduce?"
"I understand the reasoning," Zhao Layue said. "Mortals have limited lifespans, so I can understand their craving for pleasure. But why are so many cultivators also engrossed in it? There are even powerful figures from evil sects whose cultivation realms rival our sect's martial uncles in the Wandering the Wilds Realm, yet they still can't stop thinking about it, even going around plucking flowers."
"The dao of yin and yang is also a dao. Leaving aside the methods of evil paths, as far as I know, the dual cultivation spoken of by the monks of the East Yi Dao actually has considerable subtleties to it. It might offer a glimpse of one corner of the Great Dao."
"Green Mountain doesn't cultivate this path," Jing Jiu said. "But there are many dao companions between Past Arrival Peak and Shangde Peak, for instance."
Zhao Layue naturally knew this, and even knew Gu Han's thoughts. She had simply never considered such things herself.
"Let's go," Jing Jiu said.
Zhao Layue nodded, seemingly calm, but inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
The night breeze stirred, blowing her short hair into further disarray, yet it could not cool her face.
The scenes she had just witnessed had unsettled her Sword Heart slightly.
She glanced at Jing Jiu and found that his expression truly was unchanged. She could not help admiring him, thinking that he was indeed the successor Grandmaster Uncle trusted most; his cultivation