Whoooosh!
Huang Fuling gently dove into the water, droplets cascading onto her gleaming white body, trailing down its curves, reflecting the bright moonlight.
She was so graceful, so beautiful, a vision comparable to a work of art.
...
At the same time, Gong Yajun had just flown out of the nunnery.
Clad in a semi-translucent garment.
The delicate fabric outlined her voluptuous figure, making her smooth legs appear even more exquisite and captivating.
Each age has its own unique charm and allure.
The young always prefer the raw bitterness of fresh tea leaves, yet fail to appreciate the mature, full-bodied flavor of aged Pu'erh.
Such a pity, indeed.
"The Demon Lord is at the foot of the mountain, ready to administer her punishment once more," she murmured.
Gong Yajun bit her lip and flew down towards the mountain, her legs twisted together tightly.
Her gaze was filled with silent complaints and sorrow.
