Bab 148: Joint Training Exercise

A mischievous glint sparked in Wang Li's eyes. "Of course," he added with a hint of mock seriousness, "if you don't want me to touch directly, then you need to seek someone else who can precisely destroy the seal without harming your core. Although I doubt even Palace Mistress Gao Ming can..."

Before he could finish, Shi Feiyan cut him off, her voice barely a whisper. "No, Patriarch. Please… proceed as necessary."

Heat crept up her neck as she lifted the hem of her robe, revealing a sliver of her smooth midriff. "I… I trust your judgment."

Wang Li's lips curved into a satisfied smirk. He wasted no time, his hand reaching out to gently cup her exposed skin. As his warm palm made contact, a jolt of energy surged through Shi Feiyan. It wasn't pain, but a tingling sensation that sent shivers down her spine.