In response to Yun Xianxian's request, Lu Chen was always willing to oblige. Lu Chen said with a smile, "All right, your disciple will definitely come."
After hearing Lu Chen's reply, Yun Xianxian closed her beautiful eyes and said, "Okay, go on with your business."
Lu Chen said, "Then your disciple will take his leave."
As his voice fell, Lu Chen's gaze landed on Chen Wanrong, who was wearing a tight-fitting, purple cloud dress that clung to her body, her slender waist stark against the curves of her hips.
"Rongrong, come with me, I have something to ask you."
No sooner had Lu Chen spoken than Yun Xianxian furrowed her brows; she knew all too well what Lu Chen was up to. In broad daylight, Chen Wanrong had only just arrived from the Mysterious Moon Palace, and this ungrateful disciple was already thinking of indulging in pleasures.