“That’s a Buddhist cultivator for you, so selfless. Very well, as you wish.” Feiyun smiled deviously and traced his finger down the back of her jade neck - lower and lower down her back.

He grabbed her pale blue undergarment and pulled down, revealing her plump and seductive breasts like large bowls.

Wu Qinghua, a supreme comparable to the camp master, was bare naked before Feiyun. This goddess from above had met a devil and he would show no mercy.

No one could bear to watch such a beautiful woman being ravaged.

Her cultivation far exceeded his but the treacherous scheme was successful, turning her into his prisoner.

“Feng Feiyun, let’s talk, I can give you a top spirit treasure… Ah!” She let out a soft moan, feeling a large and rough hand kneading her left breast.

This place was unexplored...