She softly said, "I will exhaust all my efforts, considering everything for my master."
Song Yan beckoned again.
The Immortal Mother Xing quickly stood up, drew back her grand yet conservative dark gown, and, as if partaking in some sacred "blood pact," gracefully seated herself atop the young man.
Nervously and shyly, she adjusted her posture, settled into position, and then began this "mutually beneficial union."
The night deepened.
A very deep night had already passed the third watch.
For a long time...
The winter moon hung high, with frost and snow radiating a pure white glow.
The Immortal Mother Xing attentively tidied up Song Yan, then donned her luxurious and dignified gown, ensuring not a hint of her snowy skin was exposed.
After all, she was the mother of a member of the Formless Ancient Race, and even when she descended to the Mortal World, her status was far above the Queen of the Country; thus, no mortal or common cultivator could envision her allure.
