At the summit of Buli Peak, her red dress snapped loudly in the wind as Li Changting gazed at the ink-black storm clouds churning overhead.
Several years had passed since they last met. After her marriage, Li Changting's figure had become even more willowy and voluptuous, every curve soul-stirring. Amid the broad expanse of fair skin at her chest lay a deep ravine that no one dared stare at directly.
The gale sent her skirts fluttering, occasionally revealing her two snow-white, smooth, full calves, stirring an irresistible urge to stroke them with tender affection.
After watching the ink-dark sky roil for a while, she could not help but sigh softly.
"Your black kid was actually the first of our generation to form a Nascent Soul. Back then, my Wuyi was the finest disciple on Small Bamboo Peak—no, in the entire sect!
"I thought he was the one nobody else in our generation could bear to look at directly, but now... now, why does it feel like there's simply no justice under Heaven?"
At that moment, Zhao Min and Miao Wangqing floated beside her. Miao Wangqing's beautiful eyes were wide as she stared at Zhao Min, still unable to recover from the few words Zhao Min had just spoken.
Both she and Li Changting had assumed that Zhao Zhi was the one facing the Heavenly Tribulation. Yet Zhao Min had said Li Yan had returned and brought about the tribulation. They simply could not believe it.
"Your Wuyi is the best among his peers? Senior Brother Wuyi probably hasn't been cultivating all that diligently these past few years, has he?"
Zhao Min glanced at Miao Wangqing's slightly swelling belly, then looked at Li Changting. Her gaze darted about before she replied.
When Miao Wangqing saw Zhao Min looking at her abdomen