"Isn't that fine?" Wenren Meiqiao smiled alluringly, kissed Shen Qiang's cheek lightly, then gracefully rose to her feet. As she put on her shirt and lifted her long black hair from within the collar using both hands, even Shen Qiang, who was accustomed to beauty, couldn't help but admire her.
Her lovely face, the snow-white long legs under the baggy shirt, slightly shy yet smiling confidently—she no longer resembled the fearsome double-bladed female demon of the Dragon Group known across the Cultivation World, but rather a bashful new bride.
Watching Wenren Meiqiao enter the bathroom to freshen up, Shen Qiang lay on the bed, inhaling the lingering jasmine scent in the room, and earnestly opened his phone.
"Not only must we go to the Elixir Pills Conference, it seems we must win. Since there's no way out now, preparation must be made in advance. It's time to gather some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures."
