Qiu Zhihe quickly sat up from Qin Gengyun's embrace, her small face blushing with a hint of embarrassment, but her eyes were full of coldness:
"Jian Yue, you are becoming more unscrupulous. The day the Soul-devouring Pill takes effect is fast approaching, isn't it?"
Jian Yue hurriedly said, "Madam, please calm down. This servant was wrong. Please punish me."
Qiu Zhihe sneered, "Do you really think I dare not punish you?"
After speaking, she raised her hand, spiritual power transforming into a palm, and struck Jian Yue's face and body harshly.
"Ah! Ah!"
Jian Yue was hit so hard her hair was disheveled, her screams echoing out of the cabin, causing those passing by on other boats to look astonished.
Chun Ningzhi stood on the shore, his Nascent Soul First-Layer cultivation allowed his hearing to surpass ordinary people, clearly hearing the sounds coming from the small boat.
This sound, so familiar yet so strange, twisted his heart like a knife, his complexion turning pale.
