As the saying goes, a modest and virtuous maiden is a fitting match for a gentleman.
Gazing at Yin Ting's ice-cold yet peerlessly stunning face, flushed with a peach-blossom glow, even though Shen Ping had grown familiar with her white-feathered form, the Strange Beast Blood inside him surged relentlessly.
Were it not for the unique environment of the underground palace, he could undoubtedly have fought on continuously for dozens of days.
Chapter 315