The True Master of the Flood Dragon Army!

"Zhang Er? You don't look well. Did you not rest well?"

The next morning, in the front yard of the altar master's mansion.

As soon as she left the room, Feng Lian saw Victor, who had already started to prepare for cultivation.

"Oh, it's my lord. I didn't rest well. I don't know why, but after taking a bath at night, I felt dizzy. I can't clearly remember what happened last night."

Victor sighed, scratched his head, and stood in front of Feng Lian.

"It smells so good..."

Feeling the fragrance, Feng Lian's thoughts were pulled back to the room where they were last night. Then, a red glow climbed onto Feng Lian's pretty face.

"Eh? My lord, your face is very red. Did you catch a cold?"

"No... nothing. It's just a little too hot. It's alright, you can cultivate."

Feng Lian swatted away Victor's outstretched hand and led everyone away with quick steps.

"Tsk, boring."