Under Zhang Xiaohao's watchful eyes, the white-haired Ancestor of the Water Spirit Snake at the Mahayana Peak began to shed all his garments, engaging furiously in a series of sensual movements, one after another, as he frantically charged forward.
Despite his old age, nearly twenty thousand years, when he went into a frenzy, he was no weaker than a vigorous young man in his early twenties, battling while excitedly shouting.
The woman in his embrace was a middle-aged beauty, conjured by the illusion realm.
Her every gesture was lifelike, just like a real person, animated, with speech, actions, even the slightest unintentional movement exuding great temptation.
Gradually, Zhang Xiaohao furrowed his brow.
He recalled who this middle-aged beauty was; she seemed to be Master Water Spirit's wife, whom he had just executed in the palace.
"So it's her! Could it be that this old guy had an illicit affair with Master Water Spirit's wife in secret?" Zhang Xiaohao wondered suspiciously.
