Sacrifice

Chu Wuyao was waiting for the person appointed by the sect and in the blink of an eye, a few weeks passed by.

Laying on the bed lazily and feeling the maids' soft hands massaging her body, Chu Wuyao had to sigh that as long as one had enough power, they could enjoy themselves no matter the world they were in.

This holds especially true for this primitive, ancient world.

Over the past half month, Chu Wuyao had spent most of her time either enjoying the services of the maids or cultivating, trying to enhance her strength as much as possible.

If it were not for some "things" she had to do, she would have almost forgotten that this was a dangerous world where the strong eat the weak.

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening interrupted her thinking, causing Chu Wuyao to raise her head and look at the visitor.

It was a tall maid, with blonde hair and an expressionless look on her face, as if she was a cold ice that would never melt.