The Holy Daughter lifted her head again, as if a beauty awoken from a spring nap opening her clear, lovely eyes once more.
Those slightly lazy, watery big eyes seemed to brighten up with joy, their gaze resting on Lu Jin'an's face: "If you dare deceive this Holy Daughter, I won't forgive you!"
Lu Jin'an smiled slightly: "The Holy Daughter's prayers are effective."
"I am the Holy Daughter!" The Holy Daughter proudly lifted her chin, her deep blue hair lightly vibrating.
"Watch how this Holy Daughter completely subdues this lust!"
The pure Holy Daughter no longer interlaced her slender fingers; when the power of prayer wasn't as strong, it was time for battle.
With a devout expression, she raised the Holy Mountain.
"Desire is resisting, I've lost control over my body."
Lu Jin'an leaned back slightly, giving the Holy Daughter space to cast her spell.
