Su Ling's jaw tightened. "Due to the sudden rise of power within our sect — your arrival, the qi fluctuations from the tournament, the Dao declaration in the sky — the orthodox faction has declared that we have colluded with demonic cultivators. They are using that as a pretext to launch a righteous crusade."
The word "righteous" hung in the air. Tianlong chuckled. The sound was low, deep, vibrating through his chest and into Yue's back, the rumble traveling through her spine and settling in her cunt.
He shifted Yue on his lap. His hand left her tit and slid down her stomach, under the waist of her robe, his fingers finding the waistband of her undergarment. He pushed beneath it. His fingers found her cunt — bare, slick, the swollen lips parted and wet. He stroked. One finger. Two. Sliding through the soaked folds, the tips circling her clit.
