In the forest, at the lake.
When Chen An arrived, Han Shuiyi was already sitting elegantly on a green lotus. She was showing off her fair and bare feet, like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the calm lake.
'The Palace Lord of the Goddess Palace is really a cock teaser…' Chen An complained in his heart.
If he did not know that the immortal technique Han Shuiyi cultivated was the Heart Sutra of the Virtuous Woman, he would definitely think that the Palace Lord of the Goddess Palace in front of him was a slut who had experienced hundreds of battles in the bedroom.
One could only say that one could not judge a book by its cover.
"Alchemist Chen, where's my Divine Beautifying Pill?"
Han Shuiyi looked up at Chen An. There was clearly no charm in her eyes, but it was easy to mistake it for seduction.
Hearing the clear and smooth voice of Han Shuiyi, Chen An could not calm down.
