In the small courtyard, Chen Nan repeated his old trick, using the Heaven-Burning Flame to completely incinerate the bodies of Master Xuanming's two disciples, leaving not even a trace of ash.
After erasing all his traces, he arrived at Lin Qingzhu's courtyard, quietly slipping into the room through the window.
"Senior Brother Chen!" Lin Qingzhu, seeing that Chen Nan had come, was instantly overjoyed and rushed into Chen Nan's embrace.
The two snuggled together and whispered, and the atmosphere gradually turned ambiguous.
As the night wind blew, the lamp in the room suddenly went out, Lin Qingzhu mustered the courage to look up at Chen Nan, her face shy, eyes flowing.
"Senior Brother, I... I really miss you..."
A pair of small hands restlessly roamed across Chen Nan's chest, unbuttoning his clothes, as their breath became increasingly heavy.
Chen Nan, full of vitality, couldn't resist such temptation, directly lifting Lin Qingzhu onto his waist and heading towards the bed.
