The door slammed open.
Su Xiaobai stood in the smoky wreckage of the cabin, hair tousled, chest bare, and the scent of scorched fire Qi still seering to his skin.
And what did he find?
Two elite sect elders.
One proud... One quiet.
Both broken.
Hu Jiao'er and Hu Mei'er—elders of the sword peak, esteemed guides for young disciples, known for their grace and strength—now slumped together in the corner of a mist-soaked cabin, looking like they'd just lost a purity contest.
Clothes disheveled... Breasts half-exposed. Robes barely covered their sweaty skin.
Hu Jiao'er's glare was glassy, her red lips swollen, helplessness flickering behind heavy-lidded eyes.
Hu Mei'er?
Blank-eyed.
Flushed.
A hidden tail twitching beneath her skirt.
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[1] – Mouth First Cultivation Style
The moment Su Xiaobai stepped in, they jumped him.
"Mmmghn—!"
Hu Jiao'er slammed her lips to his, tongue darting out like a sword tip going for his soul.
