Wu Suyun, an elf-like lady, was actually engrossed by his words, seemingly eager for more, which left Tang Feng a bit reluctant to stop.
Such a woman should be cherished in the palm of one's hand and warmed in one's embrace.
He fiercely despised himself in his heart, but his face would never show it.
He never indulged in actions that would slap his own face.
What followed was a time of rich harvest. The two of them killed spiritual beasts and collected beast cores, looking like a pair of immortal heroes in love.
However, the distant screams of battle and the sound of artillery were still incessant.
It seemed that the situation was getting even more intense. What was happening?
Tang Feng pulled Wu Suyun forward to see.
What he saw made Tang Feng rage.
Among the pile of spiritual beasts, the combatants were not fighting over the beasts.
They were other cultivators, with no shortage of innate martial artists.
It was extremely brutal, with even the military joining the fray.
