"Elder Zuo, these three women are so beautiful!"
"Are you blind? Only the mature and petite ones are beautiful, the other one is at most above average."
"Above average is already fine, don't take it from me!"
"Shut up! Two at the Nascent Soul second-layer, one at the Golden Core eighth-layer, if you want to die, just speak louder!"
A few dozen yards away from the grove, a Qiongqi leads a bunch of lecherous guys lying on the crown of a towering tree, peering at Su Xin, Cheng Qingyu, and Little Hammer in the distance.
It was Elder Zuoqiu of the Celestial Fall Sect and his subordinates.
This group had been squatting at the foot of the mountain for days without any gain.
Tonight, seeing summer snow suddenly flying at the mountaintop, the forest frozen with frost, Zuoqiu felt the opportunity arose and secretly led his men up the mountain.
Sure enough, as soon as they arrived, they saw the three fairies at daggers drawn, ready to fight.
