Many Female Cultivators appear dignified and reserved on the surface. They are beautiful and aloof, like ethereal Fairies untouched by the Mortal World, or solitary orchids in a lonely valley, admiring their own beauty.
However, once their hearts are stirred, their allure in moments of passion can surpass that of any ordinary person.
Chen Yu Yan was undoubtedly this kind of person—icy on the outside, yet passionate within.
And Fang Cheng, for his part, had savored every last petal of this delicate, secluded orchid.
「Several hours later.」
The Stone Meditation Hut fell quiet.
Fang Cheng threw on an outer robe and walked barefoot out of the bedroom, sitting down in the main hall.
In the softly lit bedroom, Chen Yu Yan lay on a soft, silken couch, fast asleep from exhaustion. Her fair, graceful body was like an exquisite masterpiece of art.
Fang Cheng took out an Ancient Bronze Smoke Pipe and a pouch of Cloud Fragrance Grass.
