After the initial sting of pain, Zhong Michu gently bit again, her soft hair lightly brushing past Gu Fuyou’s ear in a way that was mildly stimulating. As they embraced, Zhong Michu’s body temperature began to decrease thankfully. They held each other, enveloped in a deep, shared silence. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Gu Fuyou broke the stillness,…
The green mountain had a subtle spiritual energy, leading Gu Fuyou to think it was unclaimed territory. However, as they crossed a mountain stream, the spiritual energy became richer, and they faintly spotted a sect entrance halfway up another peak. It turned out they had landed on the outskirts of the mountain. Observing the scene, Gu Fuyou surmised there must…
Gu Fuyou tightly gripped her sword, Yinhen. In such a duel, there was no need for tricks; it was simply a clash of raw power. The thunderbolt was like a spear hurled with the might of the gods from beyond the heavens, aiming to pierce through the very universe. Gu Fuyou met the challenge head-on, ascending swiftly into the sky….
The sudden turn of events had everyone on high alert. Though no one showed signs of making a move, everyone tensed up, prepared for any situation. Zhong Michu quickly scanned the area. They were surrounded by enemies, with the leaders of the three immortal sects present. If it were just these people, she and Gu Fuyou could leave safely. However,…
She really went to the Biluo Sect alone. The disciple who greeted guests at the sect’s entrance looked at her and then behind her, as if they too felt she shouldn’t have come alone. They seemed to expect a large, imposing group to arrive. Growing impatient, Gu Fuyou waved her invitation, “Is the Biluo Sect planning to hold the Immortal…