"Senior, who do you think will win?"
Zhou Moyun considered the question carefully. The two combatants' Martial Arts were peculiar, and each excelled in different areas. For a moment, she couldn't tell who had the upper hand.
"Does it matter who wins or loses?"
Zhao Rui smiled faintly. "Just watch and learn."
Everyone nodded and began to watch with even greater focus.
After they had fought for several minutes, the two figures drifted farther and farther apart. Zhao Rui simply conjured two Great Sumeru Buddha Hands, scooped everyone up, and followed stealthily.
"Senior, out of the four of us, who do you think feels best to hold?"
The four women were held together like a bundle of chopsticks, squeezed tightly against one another.
Su Wanyun deliberately turned her body, pressing her voluptuous figure outward and letting Zhao Rui's large hand envelop her.
"How shameless!"
Zhou Moyun and the other two women immediately chided her. "Senior isn't that kind of person," they scoffed.
