"Vice Cult Master Feng Ling, isn't this a little inappropriate?"
Seeing Feng Ling almost press herself against him, Qian Ran was startled.
"Don't you like it, Young Master Qian Ran?"
"But you and Cult Master Zhongli Wu..." Qian Ran froze for a moment.
"But you're the one I like, Young Master Qian Ran." Feng Ling giggled, her delicate hands soft as though boneless. A short qipao hugged her exquisite, voluptuous figure, while sheer stockings encased her fair, full legs. Her slender calves and fleshy thighs were striking.
Feng Ling...
Wasn't she being a little too wanton?
Qian Ran actually knew little about Feng Ling. Aside from her identities as the Holy Spirit Cult's Vice Cult Master and the Xishui Alliance's Alliance Leader, he had no particularly strong impression of her.
Feng Ling was roughly on the same level as Xian Lin'er and Cai Mei'er, whether in cultivation or other respects.
Within the Holy Spirit Cult, Ye Xishui's brilliance was so dazzling that Feng Ling had little presence.
"I want to follow you from now on, Young Master. A fine bird chooses its tree to roost in; a worthy minister chooses his lord to serve. I think my future will be brighter if I follow you." Feng Ling's gaze burned, her breath fragrant as orchids.
From the way Ye Xishui ran to Qian Ran every day, Feng Ling had sensed that the Holy Spirit Cult would achieve nothing in the future.
Qian Ran was not the Holy Spirit Cult's Cult Master, yet he was comparable to one.
In her eyes, Qian Ran was anything but simple. Ye Xishui's breakthrough from Limit Douluo to demigod had certainly been thanks to his help.
Moreover, Feng Ling had investigated. The women around Qian Ran were practically different people before and after getting together with