After satisfying Lingxue and Lanyin, Qingyi left his room and walked to the temple's alchemy pavilion, where he was greeted by a tanned beauty, full of warmth and affection to offer.
He had intended only to hand over the scroll he had bought for her and leave, but in the end, with those huge tanned tits already wrapped around his cock, there was little he could do but stay a few more hours.
When Qingyi finally left the world of the mind, it was already dawn the next day.
His body was covered in scratch marks and Feiyan's intense red lipstick.
"Ah…" He sighed, looking around.
One month. He was already at the peak of the Astral Blood Realm.
How many in the entire sect could match that cultivation speed?
Qingyi's lips curved slowly as he left the cultivation room.
"Oh… Young Master Qingyi, are you ending your seclusion now? Do you need anything?" One of the pavilion attendants hurried over, bowing respectfully.
"Yes, I'm leaving now. Has something happened?" He asked, frowning.
