Time flowed by, and in the blink of an eye, more than half a month had passed.
In the Secret Realm of Chengsheng Mountain.
Han Li, along with Jiang Baiye and Yun Miaoyi, walked across the landscape, measuring the realm with their steps.
When they felt somewhat tired, the trio would rest at the summit of a mountain, and then Elder Han would start admiring the scenery.
First, Jiang Baiye would dance with her sword in the air, like a female sword fairy descending from the moon palace. Then Yun Miaoyi would dance, performing the Demon Dance that made Elder Han salute in admiration.
Watching Yun Miaoyi, who was performing the Demon Dance, Han Li leaned close to Jiang Baiye's ear, took her delicate earlobe in his teeth, and whispered a sentence.
Jiang Baiye's exquisite face flushed red in an instant. She sneaked a glance at Yun Miaoyi, showing a coy and inviting demeanor that made Elder Han's appetite stir.
