In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

"Miss Feiyan, are you willing to take us to the Dark Palace?" Li Zimo whispered in her ear, his fingers lightly caressing the soft flesh on her waist.

"No!" Zhao Feiyan suddenly straightened her back, her chest almost bursting through her clothes. "I can't break the rules!"

She looked stubborn and cute when she bit her lip, like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Li Zimo's eyes flashed with interest: "If you don't take me with you, I will punish you."

His slender fingers hooked a strand of her black hair.

"What, what punishment..." Zhao Feiyan's voice trembled. She shrank back unconsciously, but he hugged her tighter.

"Of course..." Li Zimo suddenly lowered his head and pretended to kiss her.

Zhao Feiyan was so scared that she closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled like a small fan, and her red lips trembled slightly.

"Husband!" Yu Linglong finally couldn't bear it anymore and unsheathed the Qingshuang Sword with a clang. "Could you please stop being so shameless?"

She pulled Zhao Feiyan behind her and glared at Li Zimo like a mother hen protecting her chicks, "Look how scared you are of that girl."

Zhao Feiyan felt as if she had been pardoned. She hurriedly hid behind Yu Linglong, while secretly tidying up her messy clothes.

She looked at Yu Linglong with eyes full of gratitude, but when she saw Li Zimo's half-smile, she shrank her neck like a frightened rabbit.

"Miss Feiyan," Yu Linglong turned and held her cold little hand, "We are the survivors of the Qingshuang Sword Sect."

She took out her identity jade slip and said, "I heard that my fellow sisters have joined the Dark Palace. I want to go find them."

When Zhao Feiyan took the jade slip, her slender fingers were still trembling slightly.

When she saw the patterns on it clearly, her almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened: "You...you are Yu Linglong, the daughter of the clan leader who fled to the Shiwan Mountains that year?"

Her plump chest rose and fell violently, and she turned to look at the girl beside her, "So this is Yu Kexin?"

Seeing Yu Linglong nod, Zhao Feiyan excitedly grabbed her wrist and said, "We in the Dark Palace have been contacting survivors from various factions over the years! Elder Qingwei often mentioned you!"

When she was excited, her eyes moved, which was very touching.

"Can you take us to the Dark Palace now?" Yu Linglong asked softly.

Zhao Feiyan bit her lip and hesitated for a moment, then suddenly straightened her chest, as if she had made up her mind: "Okay! But..."

She glanced at Li Zimo timidly and said, "Let me go back and ask Senior Sister Qingwei first." As she said that, she was about to take back the jade slip.

Li Zimo suddenly reached out and patted her round buttocks lightly: "Go quickly and come back soon."

The slap made Zhao Feiyan scream, and she jumped away covering her butt. Her pretty face under the black veil was so red that blood seemed to be dripping out.

"You...you..." Zhao Feiyan was both embarrassed and angry. She stomped her jade feet in deerskin boots on the ground and turned around and ran away.

The slender waist twisted into an alluring curve under the tight nightgown, and the round buttocks swayed gently with the rapid steps.

"I...I'll pick you up later!" Her voice was a little flustered, and the silver hairpin in her hair drew a streak of light in the setting sun.

Looking at the fleeing figure, Li Zimo touched his chin and chuckled: "What an interesting little guy."

Yu Linglong shook her head helplessly, the Qingshuang sword tassel swaying lightly in the wind: "Husband, if you continue like this, be careful that Sister Leng finds out..."

Before she finished speaking, she suddenly looked towards the alley entrance with alertness - there was a slight fluctuation of spiritual power there.

Li Zimo suddenly stopped smiling, and a green light flashed from his fingertips: "We don't have to wait for her."

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and the three of them were immediately enveloped in a layer of transparent light. "The Dark Palace stronghold is to the west of the city, follow it."

Yu Kexin blinked, and the ice crystal patterns on the Frost Sword glowed slightly: "Master, have you discovered it a long time ago?"

"That girl has the unique cold plum scent of the Dark Palace." Li Zimo's eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, "The scent trail is much more obvious than footprints."

The three of them hid their bodies and followed Zhao Feiyan from a distance.

As dusk deepened, street lanterns lit up one after another, stretching her shadow very long.

The girl obviously lacked experience in anti-tracking. She would look back every ten or so steps, and her plump chest heaved violently due to her rapid breathing.

Twice she turned around suddenly and nearly bumped into passersby. She was so frightened that she hurriedly held onto the protruding bricks on the wall, and her slender fingers turned white from pressing.

After passing through seven deep alleys, Zhao Feiyan finally stopped in front of a courtyard with a plaque that read "Moxiang Study".

She looked around nervously, her plump lips turning white from being bitten by her pearly teeth.

After confirming that no one was following her, she raised her hand and knocked on the bronze door knocker - three long knocks and two short knocks, the collision of her knuckles and metal produced a unique rhythm.

With a creak, the wooden door opened a crack.

"Come in." A cold female voice came from inside the door, like the collision of ice and jade.

Zhao Feiyan slipped in, and Li Zimo and the other two stayed close to the courtyard wall like ghosts.

Through the crack in the door, you can see several white plum trees planted in the yard, and a woman in white standing with her hands behind her back under the moonlight.

The ice-patterned hairpin in her bun shone with a cold light, and the jade pendant hanging from her waist was engraved with half a frost flower - it was Lin Shuang, the deacon of the Dark Hall.

"Senior Sister!" Zhao Feiyan excitedly raised the jade slip, her plump chest trembling with the movement, "I found someone from the Qingshuang Sword Sect! It's Senior Sister Yu Linglong!"

Lin Shuang took the jade slip, and as the spiritual power flowed through her fingertips, the frost patterns on the jade slip glowed faintly.

She suddenly looked up at the gate, a hint of helplessness flashing in her eyes: "Three seniors, since you are here, why are you hiding outside the door?"

"What?" Zhao Feiyan jumped up in shock, her chest surging.

She turned around in panic, only to see Li Zimo and the other two walking out leisurely from the shadows, the moonlight giving them a silver edge.

"You...you guys..." Zhao Feiyan pointed at the three people, her slender fingers trembling. "I clearly confirmed that no one was following us!"

She suddenly realized something and covered her chest in embarrassment. "You, you have been following me? Then just now I... I..."

Thinking that her private act of tidying up her clothes in the alley might have been seen by everyone, Zhao Feiyan's ears turned red and she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

Lin Shuang took a step forward, and her figure in snow-white clothes stood in front of Zhao Feiyan.

As she bowed, the tassels on the ice-patterned hairpin remained motionless. "Lin Shuang from the Dark Palace, greetings to the three seniors."

He turned his head and glanced at his junior sister who was about to faint from embarrassment, and sighed softly: "Fei Yan has just entered the Dark Palace and is sorry for offending..."

Li Zimo interrupted with a wave of his hand, his dark sleeves rustling in the night wind. "That's alright. We're only here to look for Qingshuang's old friend."

He looked over Lin Shuang's shoulder and towards the lighted room in the backyard. "Is Lin Qingwei here?"

Lin Shuang's pupils shrank slightly - this person actually called the elder by his name.

She calmly stepped aside to lead the way: "Elder Qingwei is in the backyard holding a meeting. Please follow me."

While walking through the corridor, Zhao Feiyan hid behind her senior sister and stole glances at Li Zimo from time to time.

When she found that the other person was also looking at her, she immediately lowered her head like a frightened deer, but accidentally bumped into the corridor pillar. She rubbed her smooth forehead with tears in her eyes in pain.