Lu Chenzhou's embrace grew tighter and tighter, until golden flames roared to life on his arms.
The woman's expression changed: "Stop, you're holding me too tightly... I can't breathe."
Golden flames soared to the sky, slicing the woman's figure in half at the waist, reducing her to ash in the fire.
Her twisted face questioned him: "Why are you like this? Don't you like them?"
Lu Chenzhou's eyes shone with golden light, silently watching as the woman faded away.
Even getting pressured to get married inside an illusion—this is ridiculous.
Mere Lust Soul, how could it possibly corrupt his Dao Heart?
Heaven have mercy, he really doesn't harbor any improper thoughts about Senior Shangguan Xue!
Lu Chenzhou looked around Arhat Hall, when suddenly a glint flashed in his eyes.
In the corner, there were rows of imposing Arhat statues, their paint peeling, no more and no less than exactly 18 figures.
