Good Luck

It was five in the morning. The bedroom was still filled with the mellow fragrance of Golden Core magic power.

Shen Ping sat cross-legged. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the awkwardness on Perfected Qiu's face. Previously, when he confirmed the source of the strange beast's blood boiling,

Perfected Qiu, who had suffered several times in a row, could not hold back the bitterness in her heart. Hence, there was this awkwardness.

"Guest Elder Shen, I don't know what happened at that time, but it was actually difficult for me to restrain myself. I hope you can understand." Perfected Qiu said apologetically.

Shen Ping shook his head and smiled. "Senior Qiu, you don't have to take it to heart. This is just the fun of dual cultivation. Moreover, Senior Qiu is a Golden Core Daoist. This bitterness is different from ordinary people." As he spoke, he stood up slowly. "It's getting late. I'll come back tomorrow."