Sudden silence descended on the small courtyard.
Jiang Yuan held her wrist, where yin and yang qi converged at their skin touch. Strands of supreme yin power flowed along her arm into his body.
He had a sudden moment of enlightenment.
"Have you felt it? This is the advantage of yin and yang fusion!"
Ye Chanxi spoke.
Jiang Yuan slightly nodded, deep in thought.
Then he let go of her wrist, and saw clearly his own gripping marks on it.
Ye Chanxi rubbed her wrist: "You've hurt me!"
"Sect Master Ye, please act more appropriately!"
"I've always been like this!" she laughed, "What you see is all me."
During the conversation, she leaned over, looking into Jiang Yuan's pupils.
Instantly, what had just happened appeared again in Jiang Yuan's eyes. Vaguely, figures of women appeared beside him.
Murmuring voices echoed in his ear.
The sleeve of a dress brushed past his face, scent of a woman lingered in his nose.
The deepest desires in his body were instantly aroused.
