Yan Yaoyao transformed into a streak of purple light, darting through the clouds. Then, her eyes locked onto a bamboo forest with a gurgling stream.
The scent of Peng Sword Immortal, the one she longed for, was coming from within.
'The night is deep, and the banquet has already begun. Why isn't Peng Sword Immortal drinking at the manor? What's he doing in such a secluded, quiet place?'
Yan Yaoyao's eyes narrowed. Worldly as she was, an incredible possibility quickly came to her mind.
'Could it be? This seemingly upright and old-fashioned Sword Cultivator, Peng Sword Immortal, also understands the pleasure of a secret tryst in the woods?'
'So, which Fairy is by his side right now? Is it that Cyan-robed Fairy from dusk, the one with the unbelievably deep cleavage?'
'Tch. So it seems that much-lauded tale of a Sword Immortal and his Dao Companion was just a joke after all—their supposedly sincere and unwavering love, said to transcend even the pursuit of the Great Dao.'
