Then, carrying Su Yan, he walked towards the riverbank.
The elder and the villager quickly retreated.
Ever since Hua Qing made a contract with the Holy Artifact.
They seemed to naturally accept that Hua Qing was their king.
Following that, Hua Qing entered the river water, still holding Su Yan.
He laid her flat inside.
He squatted down, his gaze never leaving her body for a moment.
Time ticked away, moment by moment.
Soon, the river began to have its effect.
Slowly, Su Yan's delicate skin was revealed.
The clothes she had been wearing were also cleansed by the river water.
After a short while, in this lush and silent night,
a woman's cry of alarm was heard:
"Let go. It hurts."
Then, there was the sound of splashing water.
Under the moonlight, one could see a man, neatly dressed, his clothes mostly wet, standing in the river.
In his arms was a woman.
The woman had a good figure and fair, delicate skin.
It was just that she was stark naked being held by this man.
