Chenxiang gently sniffed the air, filled with a stench that emanated from the Taoist. Thus, he had a suspicion, and looking at the woman's smiling face, Chenxiang only felt a wave of nausea.
There was nothing he desired in this Taoist Temple. What he saw was not the pursuit of the Great Dao but an endless amplification of desires. Staying in such a place any longer was aggravating.
However, he had not yet figured out the opponent's details, so he decided to wait for Cui Heming to be ready before making a move.
Lady Hu looked at Chenxiang with surprise; she almost thought the boy opposite her was a eunuch, for he had no reaction to her seduction. Little did she know that her coquettish gestures seemed no different from rotten meat in Chenxiang's eyes.
At nightfall, the Taoist pushed open the door and entered. Chenxiang greeted him respectfully. The Taoist slightly nodded and said, "The pigs in the sty are fat enough, let's slaughter them in a couple of days!"
