"Why should I be jealous, Qiu Meixuan?" Ming Tianhe responded with a hint of coldness in his voice.
Qiu Meixuan hugged him from behind. "Your desire for Qing Qiu'er has long been no secret, and you're infatuated with her. Unfortunately, she kept rejecting you for the past thousands of years, and she has already chosen her partner now."
Ming Tianhe said nothing; his gaze was solely focused on the far distance with both of his fists tightly clenched.
"How about we go to that sect now?" Qiu Meixuan slowly caressed his chest, feeling the muscles there. "I'm curious about their new recruits."
"Do you think I am unaware of your curiosity about their new elder?"
"Do you think I would be interested in such a young and weak cultivator like him?" Qiu Meixuan grabbed his dick and squeezed it. "I've never been dissatisfied with it, so you don't have to worry about that."
Ming Tianhe frowned briefly before pushing her back. "Get dressed! We're going there now!"
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