“Eighteen clan Saintesses and heiresses drugged in a single night and sold as living furnace-slaves to the Blood-Corpse Cave?!”
Under the canvas shade awning at the edge of the hundred-acre spirit-potato field. Frost-Moon Saintess Lin Qing slammed her palm down onto the oak dining table so hard the porcelain soup bowls jumped three inches into the air!
Her icy face turned white with fury, and a layer of Rank 5 Early frost-qi instantly rimed the edges of her sleeves.
On his knees in front of the awning, bald Senior Disciple Jian Feng—still clutching his empty beef-stew bowl in one hand and two warm pork buns in the other—nodded frantically.
“I swear on my repaired meridians that every word is true, Saintess Lin!” Jian Feng cried out earnestly. “Before Little Miss Tuntun ate his underground treasury last night, Holy Son Chu Tian originally planned to spend the next six months visiting the eighteen wealthy clans one by one.
Seducing each heiress separately with his pink fragrance and poetry scrolls.
Put after Master Gu exposed him at Sky-Border Pass yesterday and his five million spirit stones disappeared at midnight, Chu Tian went completely insane with panic!”
Jian Feng swallowed hard and pointed south toward the misty mountain peaks beyond the border valley.
