Meanwhile, on the Flying Ship…
Su Xiaobai, now thankfully clothed, lay sprawled on the deck like a man fresh out of a heavenly brothel, letting the cool night breeze wash over him.
He stretched, groaning in satisfaction, body still buzzing from his monstrous breakthrough.
His Qi flowed smoother than a well-oiled courtesan, his muscles felt harder than a sect leader's moral dilemmas, and his mind?
Blissfully unaware.
Because this dumb bastard had absolutely no fucking clue what he had just done.
Across from him, Zhu Qing sat stiffly, arms folded, expression dark as a widow at a gambling den.
Bai Yujian stood by the railing, sharpening her sword with slow, deliberate strokes, occasionally throwing him glances that carried far too many possible meanings.
Su Xiaobai blinked, scratching his chest lazily.
"...Why do I feel like something bad happened?"
The night was cool. Too cool.
