The young woman was thrown beside Yang Yan. She immediately sat up straight, maintaining a composed posture.
"Amitabha, my heart is like Buddha, my heart is like Buddha, unmoved as a mountain!" she muttered under her breath.
Yang Yan and the many female saints paid her no attention.
They all continued calmly with what they were doing, unaffected in the slightest.
"Master, aren't you going to have a little fun?" Liu Niang asked with a chuckle.
Yang Yan's gaze turned forward.
"These female saints I have yet to indulge myself with, why would I care about her?" he said indifferently.
The number of female saints on his ship, due to Liu Niang's plundering over the past few days,
had already surpassed one hundred, reaching one hundred and thirty.
The cultivation of these female saints varied, from the early stage of the Saint Realm.
To the middle stage of saint realm, with some already reaching the Perfect Realm.
