Early morning.
The dim sky sparsely reveals a trace of light.
The entire Heavenly Termination Domain is peaceful.
Inside the Mongolian Tent.
The Ghost Lady, while satisfiedly getting dressed, smiled at Qin Feng, who was in the corner looking aggrieved, and said, "Alright! Don't be like this! It's not the first time, and I'll take responsibility for you..."
"..."
Qin Feng curled up at the side of the bed, merely glaring at her in frustration, his eyes full of resentment and grievance.
The Ghost Lady turned her head, seeing him still like this, continued, "I know you're very aggrieved, but weren't you quite delighted last night as well, can't just be feasting and then start blaming heaven and earth!"
"...that's because I was forced!"
Qin Feng said, feeling downhearted.
Last night, after being under the effect of the Ghost Lady's "Immortal Powder", he felt as if he was in a dream, a very pleasurable dream, to the extreme.
