A gentle "pop" sound was heard.
Sun Zhe withdrew and pushed Fang Ruoxue aside, discarding her like a worn shoe.
Fang Ruoxue lay weakly across Zhou Yao's lap, her mouth slightly open, breathing softly, her slender waist twitching occasionally as if shocked.
A sticky thick fluid slowly flowed out from between the temporarily unclosed butterfly wings, resembling the tears of a butterfly at first glance.
Sun Zhe stood by the bed, wiping sweat while checking his body's changes through cultivation.
With the excess True Qi released, he felt much lighter.
Raising his eyes to look at Fang Ruoxue on the bed, he asked, "How do you feel, little beaker?"
Fang Ruoxue didn't speak, forced herself to sit up, then crossed her legs and began to operate Qingyao Sect's cultivation technique.
Soon, a misty aura emanated from her body, even her sweat-drenched long hair floated up, giving her an indescribable mystical Dao charm.
