Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence.
As she spoke, her jade arms tightly wrapped around Meng Xiaochan's neck, draping her own enchanting body entirely over Meng Xiaochan.
"Master, I can't breathe like this."
Meng Xiaochan was half a head shorter than Nangong Mili.
At this moment, Nangong Mili's posture allowed two soft peaks to envelop her face directly within them.
"Alright, stop dawdling, hurry up."
Nangong Mili, finding her little disciple's appearance quite amusing, pushed out her full and rich chest and urged with a voice.
Meng Xiaochan didn't dare to hesitate and immediately consumed mana to use the Third Rank Teleportation Talisman.
"Hmm!?"
The next moment, atop the mountain range, a beautiful matron clad in grey and white clothing immediately felt a surge of mana fluctuation.
Immediately, her magical sword slashed at the mountaintop in front.
