Dongli Sect Ancestral Court.
Blood Kite respectfully knelt before a beautiful woman dressed in a blood-red cloak, her figure graceful and her appearance enchanting, yet also exceedingly generous.
"Reporting to the Holy Mother, Xiao Changfeng is still unwilling to submit."
Blood Spirit Saintess leaned against the warm bed, one leg slowly crossed, then gently stroked by her hand, with a voice full of endless sorrow: "Yuan'er, aren't my legs beautiful?"
"Of course, they are extremely beautiful." Blood Kite reverently kowtowed.
"Then why doesn't Xiao Lang like them?" Blood Spirit Saintess sighed with a hint of forlornness, like a deeply affectionate woman betrayed.
"He is truly blind." Blood Kite replied.
"Slap~" However, before Blood Kite could finish speaking, a sharp force had already struck her cheek.
"Insolent, you shall not speak ill of my Xiao Lang." Blood Spirit Saintess's voice immediately turned cold.
