"Oh... young master Qingyi is so amazing!"
"What are those silver threads in your lightning Qi? Sword Qi?"
The women surrounded Qingyi, their eyes shining with admiration.
Although they looked innocent and cute, each of them was a lightning cultivator who had dedicated their entire life to training in the way of the sword.
It would in no way be incorrect to say that any one of them understood more than Qingyi about this path, despite being much weaker than him.
"Girls, be respectful!" Elize scolded them, the voluptuous milf making her way through the priestesses.
Her beautiful purple hair was tied up in an elegant bun, her pure white dress struggling to contain her lush curves.
Her eyes met Qingyi's and she looked away, a rosy blush taking over her cheeks.
She hadn't spoken to him since what happened in the morning, her legs were still a little shaky and her heart raced as soon as their gazes met.