If you walk by the river long enough, your shoes are bound to get wet.
Ling Changqing would never have dreamed that just by coming out to fleece a few Little Fairies, he would end up running into such a terrifying existence—one he absolutely could not afford to provoke.
Blind dates are risky; proceed with caution...
'The hard-won wisdom of countless predecessors, forged in blood and tears, was truly a golden rule!'
Perhaps even the heavens couldn't stand Ling Changqing's unscrupulous fleecing and decided it was time to up the difficulty on him.
Hearing Ling Changqing's plea, Luo Qingxuan finally relaxed her grip slightly, allowing him to pull his face from the depths of that snowy ravine. He let out a sigh of relief, as if a great weight had been lifted.
'To come out on a simple trip, only to nearly be suffocated to death by the magnificent bosom of a nation-toppling beauty...'
