「An hour later.」
Inside the grand hall, on the magnificent, canopied golden bed, the clouds had scattered and the rain had ceased.
The beautiful woman, her hair long since undone, extended a pair of slender, snow-white legs and stepped off the bed.
A languid, amorous atmosphere filled the room, the aftermath of the spent storm.
Bai Su Yi's expression was charmingly languid, her beautiful eyes holding a seductive allure. Draped in a long, silky dress, she walked slowly to the vanity mirror to comb her dark hair.
On the bed, Fang Cheng held an exquisite booklet, on which were painted ten young and beautiful women.
Bai Su Yi glanced back at the man over her shoulder and said in a gentle voice, "These ten women were handpicked from among our sect's Elders and prominent families. Do they meet your approval?"
Fang Cheng set down the booklet, chuckled, and said, "None of them compare to you."
