High noon.
Yan Ruyan, who had not slept all night, was in absolute agony. Not only was this man incredibly lustful, but he also showed zero tenderness or pity for her charms.
"You are well-versed in the Demonic Path's illusions and soul-refinement arts, and your dual-cultivation techniques are truly masterful," Yan Ruyan said, her hair slightly disheveled, her face flushed, dripping with fine perspiration, and her eyes swimming with emotion. "I am utterly convinced by your skills, Senior. You must have grand designs in mind."
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