The woman looked at him with a coquettish smile and said, "Why don't you cultivate with me? I'll let you go in return."
This was a precious treasure, a great supplement for these spiritual beings. One cultivation session with her was equivalent to ten or eight years of their own practice.
However, the woman accompanying him didn't seem easy to deal with. There was an inexplicable dangerous aura around her. She had put so much effort into capturing him; naturally, she couldn't just let him go.
As she spoke, her eyes slowly transformed into two black vortexes, as if she intended to suck him directly into them.
At the same time, the entire space suddenly trembled, and the dark gray mist above seemed to tear open a huge hole.
A long sword descended from that hole like a towering pillar, carrying an earth-shattering momentum as it slashed toward the woman.
