The lustful rogue cultivator Dongye Jing reluctantly dismissed his wicked thoughts.0

Dongye Jing had a tall, slender figure and exuded a chilling aura. 0

Gently waving a feathered fan with an air of false elegance, he stared thoughtfully at Pang Jian. 0

The Primordial Wilderness, Pang Jian...0

Pang Jian had returned to his true appearance and was dressed in black robes. His chiseled face radiated a cold, imposing aura, giving him an extraordinary presence.0

Han Ting did not have an exceptionally striking face but her explosive curves that seemed to burst out of her dress still made Dongye Jing's heart itch with desire.0

Despite trying to curb his evil intentions, he could not help but repeatedly glance at Han Ting's back with a deep sense of regret.0

"I watched with my own eyes as Pang Jian cut off the head of that dwarf friend of yours," Lian Feng coldly reminded.0

Dongye Jing shook his head with a bitter smile.0

"I know."0

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"Little Brother Pang!" Gao Yuan greeted, making sure to nod and bow to everyone when...0