At this thought, the yellow-robed old man lightly raised one hand. At some unknown moment, a gray pearl the size of an infant's fist had appeared in his palm.
If Li Yan had been here, he would have recognized at a glance that it was identical to the Guluo Nine-Tailed Turtle's eyeball he had once seen in the Xuanqing Temple.
Holding the pearl, the old man could not help tilting his head slightly and sweeping his gaze over the two women behind him once more. These two women had obtained the item they had sought for so long.
The two women stood waiting quietly behind him for the yellow-robed old man's orders, only to suddenly sense his gaze turning upon them.
Their hearts tightened. They feared the yellow-robed old man to the extreme. The seals on their bodies had been personally placed by him, forcing them to submit to his commands. At any time, they also had to serve beneath him and cater to his pleasure.
One of them wore a long scarlet dress, her figure so voluptuous that it drove people mad with desire to possess her at once.
Beneath her tight-fitting gown, her full curves rose and fell like layered peaks and mountain ridges. Her three thousand strands of black hair were coiled into a cloud-shaped bun atop her head, while her powdered face possessed beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms.
The other was a bewitching middle-aged beauty draped in green gauze. Her long green gauze dress was half-transparent.
Her snowy skin, delicate enough to seem breakable at a breath, appeared and vanished beneath the fabric. Her ample hips swayed, revealing broad patches of pale, creamy flesh from time to time, enough to make one spurt blood and die of longing. The two women were the Crimson