She exhaled gently, her face like a peach blossom, suddenly she spoke.
"Brother Fei, I actually really like you."
"Brother Fei, I've never seen a man like you before."
"I don't want a title, I don't want dignity, I just really like you."
The gentleness of a woman, like a strong current,
shocked Yang Fei's mind into a blank.
Yang Fei was also a pure man.
Facing the alluring Zhang Lifang, he murmured and ultimately couldn't help but be moved.
Finally, Yang Fei couldn't help but start to breathe heavily.
His mind, clear as a mirror, began to get confused.
Not far away, in a secluded part of the jungle, Master Sanjian sat cross-legged.
His longsword lay across his knees, still like an old monk in meditation.
The energy between Master Sanjian and Yang Fei, mysteriously entwined together in the void.
Like two powerful magnetic fields, attracting and transforming each other.
If one were to describe the bizarre energy between them as waves, it would be extremely fitting.
