"Ming Chou?"
Hearing the soft and gentle voice of this female cultivator and looking at her delicate and pure face, Si Mingcheng felt a restless stirring within his heart.
His voice was slightly hoarse: "Why do you have such a strange name?"
Ming Chou's charming face lit up with an alluring smile: "This is not a convenient place; allow this humble girl to explain to you slowly later, my lord."
"Later?"
Si Mingcheng's eyes slightly narrowed, staring at Ming Chou's innocent and lovely cheeks.
The appearance of this female cultivator was not particularly outstanding, but her soft and tender aura made one cannot help but feel a desire to cherish and hold her dearly.
"My lord saved me, and this humble girl wishes to thank you in private. Is my lord willing?"
Ming Chou's little hand held onto Si Mingcheng's arm, her voice alluring. Si Mingcheng did not hesitate and immediately replied in a low voice:
