"Whew..." Qin Xuan let out a long breath, his eyes dark and profound.
The Demon Sect was too dangerous. One wrong move meant eternal damnation.
He realized that the higher his Cultivation grew, the less likely he was to draw a Top-Top Lottery or encounter a fortunate opportunity. Instead, draws like The Worst Draw—spelling certain death—were becoming alarmingly frequent!
Reaching Foundation Establishment could not be delayed.
At that moment, a tall Female Cultivator with a graceful, exquisite figure and fire-red lips walked toward Qin Xuan and the others.
The Female Cultivator's fair thighs were full and straight, and her skin was a healthy, tan color. She wore tight, crimson-red Leather Armor. Her outfit was daringly revealing, and she held a leather whip, exuding an air of wildness.
CRACK!
The red-armored Female Cultivator gave her whip a sharp tug, making it crack through the air. The corners of her phoenix eyes tilted upward, full of aggression, as she spoke with a smirk.
