Outside the room that was the stadium of the recent battlefield of eight bodies stood Wei Wuyin with a contemplative expression. He had returned after his meeting with Na Xinyi to rest in the warmth of those who held the strongest emotions towards him, bearing their bodies and souls for him to explore thoroughly. A blessed fortune that he would've never imagined himself to have forty years ago.
"Where are you headed?" A strong, euphonic feminine voice asked. It belonged to Da Shan, the one and only, and she was half-dressed in thigh-high black shorts, loosely wearing a silk robe that barely contained her heavy bust. She moved confidently, with her chest raised, her spine upright, and her golden eyes exuding an actively vibrant light.
