Meanwhile,
The moment Zhao Fan pulled away, his Yang Rod still glistening with the Saintess's saliva, and it was as if he felt a surge of dominance and desire.
Seeing this, the young boy roared.
"Saintess!!! You can't... You dog..."
"You trash... You... Mark my words, I will eliminate your entire bloodline."
Yet, right before his eyes, Young Master Zhao's fierce and predatory eyes, locked onto the Saintess's flushed face. She looked up at him, her breath ragged, her lips swollen and wet. Her eyes, once serene and detached, now burned with a hunger that couldn't be revealed to the world.
Seeing bow was ignored, he hated it... Yet, no matter how hard he tried to free himself, he couldn't.
"Good! Good! Good!!! Mark my words... I shall burn the world."
"I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING!!!"
The boy lost his mind unable to fathom what's right for him and what's not, alas, stupidity truly has no cure.
A monk sees once, shakes his head twice, and continues his journey.
