Bai Jingjing seemed particularly resilient today, enduring a full seven slaps before she finally started whimpering and begging for mercy.
Only after this little demoness finally quieted down did Pei Yuhang stop the punishment.
However, judging by the hints of anticipation and unsated desire in Bai Jingjing's teary, glistening eyes, Pei Yuhang felt that for her—
these slaps of Yang Qi were probably not a punishment at all, but a reward!
Pei Yuhang glanced at the blade of the Silent Sword in his hand, which was sopping wet and dripping with dew, a look of profound helplessness on his face.
"Bai Jingjing, you're truly invincible."
"I wanted to make you a proper sword through strict discipline, but I never expected you to become more and more outrageous. You're a lost cause now."
Bai Jingjing, inside the Silent Sword, didn't respond. Perhaps the searing Pure Yang Qi had left her with no strength to speak.
