Inside the Spirit Vein Cave Mansion.
In an extremely private inner chamber filled with a faint fragrance, Qin Yun and Ling Changqing sat across from each other, sipping wine and discussing cultivation. Ling Bingyun attended to them at their side.
This peerlessly beautiful woman, as gentle and serene as water yet as elegant and alluring as a vixen, was dressed in a thin, translucent, ink-black gown that made her flawless, snow-white skin seem all the more dazzling.
The neckline, trimmed with an exquisite floral pattern, was cut daringly low. So low, in fact, that the view of those perfectly shaped, majestic "snowy peaks" was right before him, pressed together to form a ravine so deep it seemed bottomless. For a moment, he found it impossible to tear his eyes away.
In any case, Ling Changqing felt he had little resistance to such a beautiful sight.
