Within the boudoir!
The atmosphere was so enchanting, so fraught with innuendo.
Guan Qinghan bit her lip, her face resolute, as if she had made her final decision.
A frosty perseverance flickered through her icy eyes.
Then, her cold jade hand grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it down, her eyes filled with determination.
From now on, she would become more courageous in the face of setbacks and would definitely capture the Demon Lord to prove her abilities.
However, moments later.
Fang Yang stood within the boudoir, his breathing completely calm, his Demon Body stable, and his deep eyes undisturbed, exuding peaceful tranquility.
Refreshing and invigorating!
Indeed, he felt refreshed and invigorated!
It had been a long time since he truly relaxed like this.
It must be said, Guan Qinghan did have some skill, exceedingly strong, and her daoist heart was quite steadfast, having withstood him for the length of an incense stick.
