「The Inner Palace!」
In a cultivation room within the training hall, Qin Feiyang materialized out of thin air.
In the center of the room, a stunningly beautiful woman sat meditating on a cushion. Her eyes were slightly closed, long lashes trembling. Her features were exquisite, and her flawless, alabaster skin glowed like precious jade. This woman, in both looks and figure, was enough to drive any man to madness.
But Qin Feiyang's gaze was clear, devoid of any impure thoughts.
He clenched his fist to his mouth and gave a dry cough. Looking at the woman before him with some exasperation, he said, "Sis, can you stop pretending?"
Indeed. This woman was none other than Ren Wushuang!
"How dull." Ren Wushuang opened her eyes, rolled them at Qin Feiyang, and said, "You need something from me?"
Qin Feiyang smiled. "Indeed, I do have a small favor to ask of you, Sis."
"I knew you wouldn't visit unless you needed something." Ren Wushuang pursed her enticing red lips. "Speak!"
