Dawn was just breaking.
Luo Xiu lay on the grass, slowly opening his eyes. He stared blankly at the gentle morning sun on the horizon, wondering whether it was a real sun or a fake one created by some Formation.
Scattered around him were various garments belonging to Bai Mo. A luxurious long dress hung quietly on a bush. Torn white silk stockings fluttered in the wind.
Not far from him, Bai Mo sat cross-legged in meditation. Her body was clad only in shiny silver undergarments, which made her voluptuous figure even more tempting. She was enveloped in a misty aura, likely digesting and absorbing the Fortune-Forming Power she had taken from Luo Xiu.
Luo Xiu drew a sharp breath of cool air, struggled to sit up, and then looked at her with a complicated expression. He noticed her eyelashes were also white, and she wore orange eyeshadow on her eyelids, as beautiful as a work of art.
After he had been watching her quietly for a while, those beautiful eyes suddenly snapped open.
