"Whether I've done anything to wrong you or not, you know that better than anyone. But what about you? Is your primordial yin still intact?" Lan Xiangfeng's voice was soft, his question brutally direct. He didn't even consider how much humiliation such a question would bring to a woman—though even if he had known, he likely wouldn't have cared. He wouldn't care about the feelings of someone who was bent on dragging him down into the mud.
As his voice trailed off, he didn't stop there. He popped a pill into his mouth, and the thick, heavy primordial yang aura that had previously been concealed suddenly flared into the open. With this, everyone could tell his primordial yang was still intact without needing to check closely.
Understandably, to cultivators who practiced dual cultivation and harvesting arts, such a person was like a fat piece of meat, and they could hardly wait to pounce and take a bite.
Chapter 593