A few more weeks slipped by.
Li Qingmu had thrown himself into the hunt with ferocious intensity.
Every night, the capture squad of nearly a hundred junior disciples trailed behind him like loyal hounds with swords drawn and spirit lanterns bobbing in the dark.
"Over there! He went left!"
Li Qingmu roared and pointed dramatically into a thicket of moonlit spirit plum trees.
The squad thundered off with battle cries.
Their lanterns swung wildly.
The moment their backs turned, a wide rice hat dropped low over a certain someone's face.
A gust of wind flew right.
Ten pairs of delicate silk panties vanished in seconds.
Moments later, heartbroken wails rose from the grass.
"My panties—!"
"Again!? Who is this devil?!"
"Waaah! He violated me!"
Peak sisters rolled on the ground.
Their robes were hiked up and their snow-white buttocks were fully exposed to the chill night air.
Each cheek glowed a fresh, stinging pink from the Rice Hat Devil's merciless palm.
