"It won't detect us," Shen Weiwei said, remaining exactly where she stood.
Sure enough, the drone flew straight past them, as if completely oblivious to the presence of two living human beings. "What's going on here?" Li Dong asked curiously. That aircraft earlier had clearly been a military drone equipped with infrared scanners; even with careful camouflage, it would have been difficult to remain undetected—so how had it failed to spot them?
"I've infused the surrounding space with my purple mist, so no one can detect us."
Shen Weiwei suddenly added, "But, without my permission, you can't get out, either."
Li Dong could only nod. Although his *dantian* was sealed, his sensory perception remained intact; the faint, swirling purple mist around them truly resembled a cage—one that not only blocked prying eyes from the outside but also prevented those within from interfering with the outside world.
Among the Seven Deadly Sins, "Envy" was the most elusive; hardly anyone could ever pin her down. Back when he had killed the previous Envy, he had succeeded easily only because she had been careless.
Shen Weiwei, however, was far more cautious.
"Alright, the show is about to begin."
Shen Weiwei waved her hand, and the purple mist spread outward, causing the two of them to vanish once more. This time, the scene that appeared before Li Dong was a lush, verdant forest.
Ahead lay what looked like a tank graveyard; wrecked tanks were scattered haphazardly about, wisps of smoke still rising from them as if a brutal battle had just taken place.
Yet, all of that seemed to vanish from Li Dong's view the moment he caught sight of a fair, naked, and shapely figure.
For even from behind, he recognized her instantly—it was none other than his Sister Lan Yan! Although Tang Lanyan possessed immense strength, she was by no means the type to build muscles that bulged like hard rocks; on the contrary, her muscle mass was moderate. Even her snow-white feet were pleasantly fleshy—fair, soft, and supple—a fact attested to not only by Li Dong but by every teammate who had ever sparred with her.
Her physique was flawless: she had not an ounce of excess fat, yet she possessed curves exactly where they belonged—full and shapely—without a trace of unwanted bulk. Her muscle definition was exquisite and graceful, resembling bands of fine, tempered steel; when she exerted force, powerful muscle fibers would ripple fluidly beneath her soft skin, moving like water.
She possessed the elegant beauty of a female panther. Her buttocks were naturally full and shapely, resembling perfect peaches; the supple, firm musculature gave them an impeccable contour.
Her breasts were equally magnificent—proud and alluring. The rounded undersides curved like the abdomen of a bee, while the nipples stood pert and upturned. They sat side-by-side with a slight separation, defying gravity; even when viewed from behind, those full, rounded curves were impossible to ignore.
Yet the true highlight was her long, shapely legs—smoothly contoured, firm, and slender. Among everyone Li Dong knew, no one could rival them; the combination of her shapely hips and long legs was breathtakingly perfect.
Li Dong needed no further confirmation; who else but his Sister Lanyan could possess a body that so perfectly blended feminine beauty with raw power?
In that moment, a flood of emotions—longing, worry, joy, and delight—surged through him, bringing a stinging sensation to his nose. Having endured this separation, Li Dong finally understood his own heart; he resolved that he would no longer hold back. Li Dong had eyes only for Tang Lanyan. He stood dazed for a moment before walking straight toward her, only to immediately encounter an invisible barrier; instinctively, he tried to mobilize his *qi*, but a stabbing pain—like a knife slicing through flesh—shot through his *dantian*.
Glancing back, he saw Shen Weiwei looking pale and trembling slightly. His attempt to channel *qi* had naturally clashed with the purple mist sealing his *dantian*; since the "Pure Yang Body" inherently counters the "Seven Deadly Sins," the backlash Shen Weiwei suffered in that moment was far more severe than his own.
Yet, an enigmatic, half-smile played upon her pale face as she spoke, enunciating every word clearly: "You promised that no matter what you saw, you would not intervene."
Seeing her expression, he realized that if he insisted on acting, the only outcome would be mutual destruction.
"Shen Weiwei, why... are you doing this?"
"What do you think?"
Her words left him speechless. Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he tried to console himself with the thought that he had finally found Sister Lanyan—at the very least, that was good news.
Even if he couldn't act right now, knowing her whereabouts meant there would surely be another chance later.
For the moment, he could only calm himself and watch how the situation unfolded. It appeared Sister Lanyan had defeated the enemy, but upon closer inspection, her condition seemed poor; she was utterly exhausted. Her beautiful back was slick with sweat—droplets had formed and were trickling down the sculpted hollow of her spine onto her firm, shapely, and ample buttocks.
Moreover, between her long, shapely thighs—which were devoid of a single ounce of excess fat—there was a faint, glistening sheen that looked distinct from mere sweat; it appeared viscous and slick. A familiar streak of white snaked along her inner thigh, making Li Dong's heart race as a certain possibility crossed his mind.
Just as he was reeling from the shock, the situation escalated further; the roar of engines suddenly erupted as tank after tank—an entire armored division's worth—burst through the tree line and closed in from all sides.
His heart tightened with anxiety for Tang Lanyan; even someone like her—a top-tier Level 4 Augmentation-type—would struggle to take on so many tanks at once.
However, the tanks merely formed a perimeter without immediately launching an attack.
Just as Li Dong found this odd, a path opened up within the tank formation, and a shirtless man stepped out—his physique defined by well-proportioned, bulging muscles and his hair cut short and black.
Li Dong instantly narrowed his eyes, for he recognized this man.
His name was Qin Yan.