"Damn it, such a melodramatic scene and dialogue!"
When Ye Weiming first heard this voice from beyond the woods, he couldn't help feeling a wave of helplessness.
Instantly, his figure flickered, and he had bypassed Ah Huang, rushing straight towards the forest.
As he rose and fell, he was already leaping onto the tree canopy, and then he ran across the tops of the trees, taking only two breaths of time to reach the source of the voice.
There, he saw a relatively open spot in the forest where a white-clad woman lay helplessly in the arms of a similarly dressed young master, looking like she was immobilized by a pressure point.
Around the pair were six other women, all clad in white and each holding a treasure sword, their gazes alert as they watched their surroundings—were they standing guard for the young master?
In broad daylight, under the bright sky, they dared to do such filthy acts, with beautiful women to stand watch?