A beauty of twenty-eight, her body soft as cream, brandishes a sword at her waist to decapitate the foolhardy husband. Though heads do not roll, in secret she drains your marrow dry!
Back when he was with the Cloud Sun Sect, Wang Chen always thought that those cultivators sweating in the Numerous Fragrances Pavilion were all kicked in the head by donkeys!
Just for that bit of pleasure, they not only had to give up the spirit stones they had worked so hard to earn, but they also had to serve as furnace vessels for the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, using their own essence and qi to aid the latter in their cultivation.
How foolish!
Now the demonic claws of the female cultivators of the Hehuan Sect had even reached into Dongwu Stockade.
Although Wang Chen had never met Xin Han, he still held a great deal of respect for this Purple Mansion Superior.
