"Haha... hahaha."
Yuchi felt quite embarrassed as he listened to the chorus of teasing voices from the surrounding women. He looked at Zong Qianqun with her eyes tightly shut and an expression of poignant longing.
Smelling the pleasant body fragrance, Yuchi, with his thick skin, was now blushing: "Uh huh, as long as you like it. Besides, there are many other senior and junior sisters here. You should try experiencing the Spiritual Qi density at Ascension Gate now; it should be better for cultivation."
"May you stay forever youthful, Qian Qun."
"Mm-hmm, may you stay forever youthful, Sect Leader Senior Brother!"
Zong Qianqun left, touched, while holding a small peach blossom.
After an incense stick burned, Yuchi arrived at the highest mountain peak of Ascension Gate.
The straw hut seemed to have been tended to by some disciple, as there was a small stove inside along with some tea sets and other objects. This was quite strange; no wonder disciples come to prepare daily, right?
