The night was like water, the crescent moon akin to a mischievous child, shy to gaze openly, yet unable to resist peeking through narrowed eyes.
The jade bed was vast.
Sword Hero's delicately flushed exquisite face was beaded with a fine layer of sweat, with strands of disheveled hair at the corners of her mouth.
Sword Hero's slender body was full and graceful, as Zhou Chen draped a torn robe over her bare jade-like form.
Under the faint moonlight, her fair skin appeared indistinct, gleaming with a soft sheen, her waterfall-like hair cascading down, fluttering wildly with Sword Hero's movements.
Sword Hero had already done at least several thousand squats.
Fortunately, Sword Hero wasn't an ordinary person, having completed the Eighty-One Body Refining Transformations, her physical strength immense and energy endless; thousands or even tens of thousands were nothing to her.
