The visitor's face was glowing red.
The skin was delicate, shimmering with an enticing luster, and the bedding moved, revealing glimpses of beauty.
A disciple achieves success, and the master gets such benefits?
"Fellow Daoist Wen."
Fang Zheng showed a slight smile and spoke slowly:
"Isn't this unnecessary?"
The visitor was named Wen Qing, a female cultivator among the notable paths, often accompanied by admirers.
Who would have thought...
"Is Fellow Daoist Fang disdaining my humble self?" Wen Qing's voice was soft and tender:
"Before coming, I... washed thoroughly."
"I've always thought highly of Ma Ning, that girl was initially planning to take her as a disciple, but who would've thought Fellow Daoist beat me to it. I truly wasn't mistaken, Ma Ning is now soaring to the skies, even receiving personal care from the City Lord."
"Alas!"
She sighed:
"Why don't I have such fortune?"
"Fellow Daoist Wen." Fang Zheng spoke:
