Night fell.
In the bedroom, Shirley Miller's moans echoed, lasting for quite a while, paused midway, then resumed.
This back-and-forth continued throughout the night until finally, both settled down.
Like a volcano of longing, it was fully unleashed through these passionate encounters.
Finally, they were completely quiet.
"So, you're not only the Heavenly Sword Successor, but also the junior uncle of the White Crane Immortal Sect, and the new generation Pill King..."
Carson Flores chuckled, "Yeah, for the past five years, I've been focused on alchemy, alchemy, and more alchemy, almost to the point of losing my mind."
Shirley Miller lay on Carson's chest, gazing up at his face: "You're amazing. I thought I've made great progress over the years, but yours is even greater. Whether in the Mortal Realm, Barbaric Wilderness Realm, or Immortal Realm, you're equally impressive!"
Carson smiled, "I've always been lucky, you know that."