In the cramped alchemy room.
Wen Zhiyun crossed her hands and placed them on the bolt behind her. Her curvaceous body leaned against the wooden door, and a faint blush appeared on her fair face.
At this moment, she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still a little wet, and her body was emitting a faint fragrance that smells like peach blossoms.
Chen An looked at the beautiful woman in front of him and could not help but feel tempted.
Compared to the youthfulness of Song Huaying and Gu Xinyue, he preferred the mature womanly charm of Wen Zhiyun.
He calmed down a little.
Chen An said calmly, "Fellow Cultivator Wen, what do you want to tell me?"
However, he only looked calm on the surface, but he was actually extremely excited inside. He was looking forward to Wen Zhiyun breaking through that barrier.
However, what Wen Zhiyun said next disappointed him.
Wen Zhiyun hesitated for a moment before saying with some difficulty,
