Qingyi followed Margareth's voluptuous figure in silence, his eyes roaming over her delicate back and the gentle sway of her hips, sending ripples across her round, perky bubblebutt.
There were no guards protecting her and the few knights below her seemed unconcerned about allowing Qingyi, a complete stranger, to be alone by her side.
After all, despite her delicate appearance, she was a powerful sixth-ring mage, and a very talented one at that.
Of course, Qingyi himself wouldn't dare do anything against her, not now.
She wasn't like that guard who accompanied the Wang family's young master; a newcomer to the enlightened soul realm with only slightly above-average talent.
Margareth was truly a powerhouse of the sixth ring, probably second in power only to enlightened soul realm cultivators with bloodlines.
Margareth passed through the large double doors of the lord's mansion, stopping suddenly.
