Not many days later, Elder Daoist Peng came again, asking to see Li Qiye. Chi Xiaodie had no choice but to relay the message.
The atmosphere in the room was serene and tranquil. Chen Baojiao was seated on an Imperial Consort's Throne. Though normally alluring and enchanting, she now appeared solemn and dignified, sacred and noble. This aura, combined with her captivatingly beautiful face, was truly a heart-stirring sight.
Li Qiye's head rested upon Chen Baojiao's beautiful thighs as she cradled it in her arms. Her ample bosom was so full it nearly enveloped his entire face.
Meanwhile, Li Shuangyan stood to the side, holding a Treasure Scripture. She chanted True Words, slowly reciting their Mystical Meaning. Her voice was clear and crisp, carrying a hint of frost. It was as if her chanting of the Immortal Scripture caused ice flowers to bloom from the very ground, unfurling like snow lotuses.
