As a core disciple, Feiyan was given her own residence above the golden clouds, a plot of land that stretched for kilometers, with gardens, waterfalls and even a private arena.
It was big enough for hundreds of people, but there were only two girls of no more than eighteen.
Their beauty didn't attract much attention, but their faces were always smiling and their black hair was always neatly tied up.
They were sweeping the large courtyard of the central pavilion, gathering cherry leaves in a corner before preparing to pick them.
They stopped at the last moment, their eyes shining as they turned, watching two figures approaching on the horizon.
"Young Miss Feiyan!" They ran, prostrating themselves in front of the bronzed beauty.
"These are Lei and Mia, my servants." A soft smile played on Feiyan's lips as she clung to Qingyi's arm, sinking it into the soft, warm embrace of her tits.
