Danzhou City.
A quaint and antique mansion.
Inside the house, a young man with a yellow cloth headband sat serenely in the center, eyes closed, cultivating his spirit.
In front of him knelt a frail-looking woman, pulling open her chest clothing with devout expression, revealing two pale, milky mounds.
The man reached out and skillfully caressed them, indulging in his play.
After playing with the left, he moved on to the right.
Aside from the sound of skin being explored, the great hall was devoid of any other noise.
"Report..."
At that moment, a rush of hurried footsteps shattered the tranquility of the room.
An ordinary sect member came in haste, his expression grave, "Church Envoy, there's been a change in the situation outside."
Shen Xiaohu, serving as the Huang Tian Sect's Church Envoy, lightly lifted his hand, gesturing for the other to continue.
His voice was low and magnetic, the other hand not ceasing its motions, "Speak."