Looking at his spendthrift disciple, who had lowered her head, offering no struggle or resistance and leaving herself entirely at his mercy, Su Bei felt a touch of amusement.
He sighed inwardly, feeling that life was rather like this: if one simply lay there like a corpse without putting up any fight, where was the fun in it?
In the shifting sunlight, Su Bei noticed that his disciple's skin was growing increasingly white and lustrous like jade, without the slightest flaw.
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