Xiao Yu's eyes burned with desire as he looked at Shen Mengya's injured body, full of admiration. "What do I want to do? You should know, my dear!"

"You guessed right. A woman like you, with a mind so different from others, is indeed much more interesting than those disciples of yours..."

As Xiao Yu spoke, he took out a pipe, smoking it playfully while sizing up Shen Mengya's figure.

From above, her long white hair cascaded like several strands of silk reaching the ground.