Late at night...
In the bedchamber, Song Yan and two demonesses indulged in a fervent union, like two phoenixes and a dragon chasing each other in the waves, only calming down after a long time.
He casually embraced one demoness, took a short rest, then got off the bed and headed towards the cultivation secret chamber.
At this moment, Tang Fan should be in the bridal chamber, giving birth to offspring amidst debauched ecstasy.
Tang Fan had no choice.
Nor did he.
In times like this, Feng Chengzi was naturally shielded from external permissions.
Song Yan opened the stone door and sat cross-legged in the center stone platform of the cultivation chamber.
It was a stone platform engraved with skulls, situated at a good position of the profound vein here.
