In the inner residence, Chen jingzhai was lying on a bed of clouds. On his left was Chu wuxia, and on his right was Ji Shuanghua. The three of them were looking at su qingluan, who was floating in the air and refining the flame leaving Pearl. At this moment, su qingluan's aura was exuding from her body, and it was filled with an oppressive feeling.
"Sister su is so pretty." Chu wuxia whispered in his ear.
"You're also very beautiful!" Ji Shuanghua chuckled."Cultivators like us may have a hard time, but we reap rewards with every step we take. A perfect body is nothing."
Chen jingzhai's hands were busy, but he didn't say anything. He liked smelly skin. Cultivators were much more fragrant than mortals, especially nascent soul cultivators. All of them had a pure body, purer than fine jade. He liked this kind of life.
This was a boundless enjoyment, and it could also be considered as satisfying the resentment of the past.
