Bedroom.
Light silk rippled, curtains fluttering.
Upon a bed of bones, Chu Yi lay, hands pillowed beneath his head, gazing at her alluring form, its curves like undulating waves under moonlight, a true feast for his eyes.
He was cultivating a Buddhist meditation technique, honing his concentration.
"I… I will not succumb…"
"Give up… You should abandon that hope…"
The girl bit her lip, clad only in damaged Battle Armor that revealed milky, snow-white skin. Her long, ink-black hair hung loose, swaying with a Spell's fluctuation, accentuating her allure. Her jade cheeks were flushed, yet her beautiful eyes held a steadfast gaze as she spoke intermittently.
The next moment, Chu Yi sensed an ethereal presence beside him, gradually coalescing. Clearly, Ji Xuexin was about to awaken.
After a treacherous feast, he had flattened the Underworld and cultivated Spells. In his spare time, he cultivated with Jiu Ying, his schedule packed, working tirelessly day and night.
