Zhou Xuanji instinctively touched his face; everything was good as long as his face was not destroyed.
Xian Xianghua got up close to him and raised his chin with her right index finger. "What a tender body you have. Very suitable to become my cauldron." She smiled charmingly.
Cauldron?
Zhou Xuanji shuddered. He heard many rumors about this.
There were thousands of ways to cultivate in this world, and one of them was through sexual intercourse.
Becoming a cauldron was not as good as simultaneous cultivation. He would be drained dry.
But even if he was drained dry and died, it would feel really good, right?
Zhou Xuanji thought about it with naivety.
Xian Xianghua smiled, "My cauldron is really a cauldron. To heat you up like cauldron... Do you think it would feel good?"
Zhou Xuanji shuddered.
Damn!
This old woman can read minds?
