Inside the mountain.
The clearing was brightly lit, as bright as midday.
Jian Lanchun, with a graceful figure, had eyes full of allure. Her jade-like fingers gently caressed Ning Fan's cheek, her body leaning tightly against him.
She appeared to be lost in passion, while Ning Fan's expression was utterly bewildered, like a fierce beast stumbling into a labyrinth full of clouds and mist, completely trapped, unable to move or struggle.
Jian Lanchun's other hand, out of Ning Fan's line of sight, slowly lifted, as True Yuan surged between her fingers, with an imposing aura, steadily approaching Ning Fan's back.
"Don't move, a servant must be self-aware, any word I say, you are not to defy."
Jian Lanchun noticed the struggle in Ning Fan's eyes and spoke again, continuously using illusion techniques in an attempt to trap Ning Fan in the mental trap she had woven.
