The tongue truly is a double-edged sword.
In their minds, all they could see was their master—slaughtering Ileus in the most bruta
They had absolute faith in the God of Qi.
Despite Ileus's heavy words, Lia didn't let them cloud her mind. Instead, she kept admiring his body.
Her eyes fell to his chest—his robe was slightly parted at the top, revealing a well-defined chest. His skin smooth, yet firm. Solid.
She already knew what lay beneath. Chiseled abs. Muscles carved by pain, war, and divine training.
'Well… I wouldn't mind doing it with him,' she admitted internally.
'It's such a shame that he'll die soon. Challenging the authority of the God of Qi and Dao…'
She gulped.
Her eyes yearned for more—but she knew this was the end of her visual feast.
The tides had turned.
She came here to seduce and tempt Ileus, but somehow… she was the one getting turned on.
"Defeated at my own game… how shameful!"
