The woman's breathing became increasingly rapid, her undulating peaks carrying a unique charm, yet at the moment she paid no attention to her perfect figure exposed in the air, but was staring intently at the man sitting in the Earth's Milk.
Moments later, the woman recovered some of her thoughts, and suddenly a cold, glinting dagger appeared in her hand, and she slowly approached Ling Fan.
She did not know how the person before her appeared here, but he must die.
As her body gradually neared within a few feet of Ling Fan, she suddenly felt strands of Yang Qi infusing into her from the lower half of her body that was soaked in the Earth's Milk, making her feel extremely comfortable.
She couldn't help but let out a slight gasp of surprise and began to sense it secretly, only to discover that the source of this Yang Qi was the unfamiliar man in front of her.
