Chen An thought he had heard wrongly and said uncertainly, "Fellow Cultivator Shen, um… Can you repeat yourself? I didn't hear you clearly just now."
Shen Qingyi turned over and sat up on the bed facing Chen An. She looked into his eyes and said, "Alchemist Chen, you take advantage of me every night in the name of massage. Are you craving my body?"
This question was too straightforward. Chen An did not know how to answer for a moment.
Seeing that he was silent, Shen Qingyi continued, "In the past, when I was in the Xuanhuang Sect, Master had always warned me that if I wanted to go far on the path of cultivation, I cannot get involved in relationships."
"But now, I'm confused."
"The master I've always regarded as my biological father is actually the one who killed my parents."