The receptionist cautiously entered the dimly lit room where Feng Chang and Wang Ming were practicing Dual Cultivation. As she walked in, a familiar scent invaded her nostrils, causing her cheeks to flush with embarrassment.
"Excuse me, Elder Feng Chang, are you here?" she asked in a hushed voice but received no response. Her gaze wandered around the room until it landed on the bed, and her eyes widened in shock.
Feng Chang lay motionless on the bed, resembling a lifeless figure. Occasionally, her body would convulse, and she was covered in a milky white substance from head to toe. Furthermore, a trickle of the same liquid could be seen seeping from her pink lower mouth
"This... This can't be real," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with disbelief. The sight before her breathing intensified seeing such a scene, it looked like Feng Chang had taken a bath in Yang Qi.
* Gulp*
