"Maybe we should just forget it, Miss Lingsha?" Zhu Minglang tentatively asked.
Nan Lingsha didn't answer.
She sat there, her body seeming somewhat unusual, but her eyes were still clear.
But Nan Lingsha probably had completely underestimated the potency of the Immortal Soup.
She thought the effect just now was the strongest, not knowing that the real effect was only just beginning. Moreover, the Old Farmer had said that drinking this Immortal Soup was very suitable for dual cultivation, plainly speaking, it would ignite every desire buried deep within a person's bones.
However, words had already been spoken.
Nan Lingsha didn't want to concede just like that.
If she said forget it, wouldn't it mean admitting that she too lacked that kind of strong willpower?
Nan Lingsha had a sudden thought for two reasons.
