Bab 122: Inspecting Talents Of Crimson Rock Sect

As the last inscription faded into the stone, Song Jingyan straightened, wiping a bead of sweat from her brow. Relief and exhaustion warred within her. The weak spot in the boundary fields had been identified and patched, a significant weight lifted from her shoulders.

Wang Li stared at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He sauntered towards her, his strong arms wrapping around her waist from behind. He pressed his heated member against her curvaceous backside, sending a jolt of electricity through her.

"Even with these modifications, Jingyan," he murmured into her ear, his voice a husky caress, "I believe I could still find my way to your chambers quite easily."

Song Jingyan whirled around, her eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?" she demanded, a hint of censure in her voice. All this effort, all these changes, and he was still making light of it?