After another week of recovery in the medical chamber, Li An received a steady stream of visitors.
The Mystic Peak Master came first, her cold, commanding presence softening as she examined Li An's meridians with careful spiritual sense. "Your recovery is progressing well," she said quietly. "Rest another few days, and you may return to the peak."
Zi Qing visited daily, bringing tea, gossip, and warm concern. She sat beside Li An's bed, holding her hand and teasing her gently about Zhang Hao's constant vigil. "Senior Brother Zhang hasn't left your side for more than an hour at a time," she said with a knowing smile. "He's completely smitten, you know."
Wu Meng Ting's cheeks flushed beneath Li An's plain skin, and she looked away.
Zhang Ling came for her brother, her expression grateful and sincere. "Thank you for protecting him," she said softly. "I know what you risked."
The Forging Peak Master arrived last, his burly frame filling the doorway. His soot-streaked sleeves and gruff demeanor softened as he looked at Li An. "You saved my disciple's life," he said bluntly. "I owe you a debt. If you ever need a weapon forged, come to me. I'll craft it personally, free of charge."
Li An smiled faintly and glanced at Zhang Hao, who stood beside her bed. "Thank you, Peak Master, but the one I have is good enough."
Zhang Hao's face turned red, and he looked away quickly.
The Forging Peak Master noticed the exchange and chuckled. "I see." He nodded to Zhang Hao. "I'll leave you two alone, then."
Before he left, he paused at the door. "Zhang Hao, you need to report to the Sect Leader tomorrow. As a newly advanced Golden Core cultivator, you'll be promoted to an elder of the Forging Peak. The Sect Leader will also open the treasury and bestow a reward upon you. This matter has been delayed out of consideration for your situation, but now that Junior Sister Li has recovered to a certain extent, the ceremony can no longer be postponed."
Zhang Hao nodded. "I understand, Master."
The Forging Peak Master left, and the room fell quiet.
Li An looked at Zhang Hao. "You should go rest," she said softly. "You've been here for days."
"I'm fine," Zhang Hao replied. "I'll stay until you're discharged."
Li An's heart warmed up, but she said nothing.
The next day, Li An was finally discharged from the medical chamber.
Her injuries had healed significantly, but her body remained weak. Her legs felt wobbly and unsteady, and her left arm still could not exert much strength. She could barely stand on her own, so the medical staff provided a wheelchair, and Zhang Hao insisted on escorting her back to her residence.
As he pushed the wheelchair along the stone path leading toward the Mystic Peak, Zhang Hao tried to make small talk.
"Li An," he said carefully, "I've been wondering... how did you learn so much about alchemy, forging, and formations? You're more knowledgeable than most elders I've met."
Li An's hands tightened on the armrests of the wheelchair.
Her heart clenched.
To explain that, I would have to reveal Wu Meng Ting's body. I would have to tell him about my previous male body. I would have to admit that I was once a muscular, powerful man—and that the woman he loves is nothing but a disguise.
She tried to open her mouth, but no words came out.
Her expression grew more and more complex.
Zhang Hao noticed her silence and called her name. "Li An?"
She didn't respond.
"Li An?" he called again, more urgently.
Still nothing.
"Li An!"
She finally snapped out of her thoughts, but her face had turned even darker.
Zhang Hao frowned, confused and worried. What did I say wrong? We were fine just a moment ago. Why did the atmosphere turn so cold?
He thought for a moment, then sighed quietly. It seems she still can't bring herself to trust me.
They reached Li An's residence in silence.
Zhang Hao helped her inside and settled her into a chair. He hesitated, then said, "Li An... wait for me this evening. I have something important to tell you."
Li An's frown deepened.
I know what he's going to say. He's going to confess. He's going to ask me to become his dao companion.
But she wasn't ready.
When Zhang Hao had called her name over and over just now, she had realized something painful:
I am not Li An.
The identity of Li An does not exist. It's just a disguise I wear. The Li An whose appearance soothes his heart isn't me. The Li An who made sacrifices for him isn't me. I am Wu Meng Ting. Once I take off this skin, who could find any connection between the two women?
And one day, I will need to change my identity. I might need to discard Li An entirely. Would Zhang Hao still recognize me? Would he still love me the same way?
What if I lose him? What if Li An suddenly disappears from his life?
Then... it would have been better if I had never met him at all.
Her eyes sharpened with resolve.
There's still time. My emotions toward him are deep, but not deep enough. If being together will only lead to misery, then maybe I should end this relationship before it's too late.
Zhang Hao left for the elder promotion ceremony, still puzzled and worried about Li An's expression.
The ceremony was held in the Grand Hall, with all six peak masters in attendance, along with the other Golden Core elders of the sect.
The Sect Leader—a dignified, white-haired Nascent Soul cultivator—sat at the head of the hall, his expression pleased. "Zhang Hao, you have brought great honor to the Forging Peak and to the Frost Cloud Pavilion. Your advancement to the Golden Core stage is a cause for celebration."
He paused, then smiled more broadly. "And I have learned that you formed an eighth-grade Golden Core. This is an achievement not seen in our sect for nine centuries. You are destined for the Nascent Soul stage, and the sect will support you fully."
The other elders murmured in approval.
The Sect Leader's expression grew even more delighted. "In recognition of your accomplishment, I will grant you an additional reward beyond the standard treasury selection."
Zhang Hao bowed deeply. "Thank you, Sect Leader."
Then he straightened and spoke clearly. "Sect Leader, I have a request."
"Speak."
"I wish to take Li An of the Mystic Peak as my dao companion. I ask for your permission."
The hall fell silent.
Zhang Hao turned and knelt before the Mystic Peak Master. "Peak Master, I also ask for your permission."
The Sect Leader's expression grew complicated.
If this were before, I would have given my permission without hesitation. But now that Zhang Hao has revealed his eighth-grade Golden Core, I want to marry him to one of my descendants—or at least to someone closely tied to the sect. I cannot allow this future Nascent Soul cultivator to marry a former loose cultivator with almost no connections to the sect.
He did not reject Zhang Hao outright. Instead, he smiled diplomatically and gestured to the side of the hall. "Zhang Hao, before you make your final decision, allow me to introduce you to a few outstanding disciples."
Several young women stepped forward—each one beautiful, graceful, and blessed with excellent spiritual roots.
The Sect Leader introduced them one by one, praising their talents and backgrounds.
Zhang Hao showed no reaction.
When the introductions were finished, he spoke firmly. "Sect Leader, I will only have Li An as my dao companion. She sacrificed her body to protect me. If I were to betray her now, I would be an ungrateful bastard. And if I could betray her, wouldn't I also be capable of betraying the sect in the future?"
The hall fell silent again.
The Sect Leader's expression shifted, and he nodded slowly. "You are right. Very well. I give my permission."
The Mystic Peak Master also nodded, her cold eyes softening slightly. "I am satisfied with your answer, Zhang Hao. You have my permission as well."
Zhang Hao bowed deeply to both of them. "Thank you."
After the ceremony, Zhang Hao was led to the sect's treasury.
The treasury was a vast, dimly lit chamber filled with ancient artifacts, formation plates, cultivation techniques, and weapons. Everything was carefully displayed on jade pedestals, each one protected by a faint barrier of spiritual energy.
Zhang Hao walked slowly through the rows, his eyes scanning the weapons.
I need a new spear. My current one was forged for a Foundation Establishment cultivator. It can no longer withstand the power of a Golden Core cultivator. In fact, it's barely holding its shape after I used it to slay the nine traitors.
But as he walked, a particular artifact caught his eye.
It was a pair of rings—one silver, one gold—displayed together on a small jade pedestal.
A plaque beside them read:
Dual Ring Artifact: Heart-Link Rings
Created by an ancient powerhouse to improve his relationship with his wife. The wearer of the provider ring (gold) will have their emotions and thoughts transmitted to the wearer of the recipient ring (silver).
Zhang Hao's eyes lit up.
This is perfect. With this artifact, Li An can sense my emotions directly. She'll know that I'm sincere. She'll be able to trust me.
He picked up the rings, notified the Sect Leader, and left the treasury immediately.
Zhang Hao arrived at Li An's residence in the early evening.
He knocked on the door.
A cold, detached voice answered from inside. "Come in."
He opened the door and stepped inside.
Li An sat in her wheelchair, her back straight, her expression blank. Her eyes—once warm and filled with care—were now cold and emotionless.
"What is your business here?" she asked flatly.
Zhang Hao froze.
This... this isn't the Li An I know. Even when we first met, she was never this cold.
He took a step back, his heart pounding. "Who are you? Where is Li An?"
Li An's expression cracked.
She laughed—a bitter, broken sound—and tears welled up in her eyes.
"You see?" she said, her voice trembling. "Just by revealing a part of my true self, you already suspect my identity. If I were to take off Li An's skin, wouldn't you try to stab me?"
Zhang Hao's face went pale. "Li An, I—"
"Don't call me that!" she shouted, her voice breaking. "I'm not Li An! I've never been Li An!"
Zhang Hao stepped forward quickly. "I'm sorry. I was wrong. I was tired, and I made a mistake. Please, let me explain—"
"Explain what?" Li An's voice was sharp and bitter. "That you went to the Sect Leader and asked to make me your dao companion without even asking for my consent?"
Zhang Hao froze again.
"How could you make such a decision without me?" she continued, her voice rising. "How could you assume I would agree? You don't even know who I am!"
She continued yelling, her words harsh and cruel. "We should not see each other again. Leave me alone. I never want to see you again."
Zhang Hao stood there, stunned.
What happened? Just yesterday, we were holding hands. She was smiling at me. Was my existence really that unpleasant to her?
He tried to speak. "Li An, if there's anything you dislike about me, I'll change. I'll do whatever it takes—"
"I said leave!" she shouted.
But Zhang Hao didn't move.
He might be dense. He might be dull. But he knew one thing for certain:
She doesn't mean the words she's saying.
Her voice was shaky and uncertain. Every time the words left her mouth, her facial expression changed—as if she were hurting more than he was.
There's no way I can leave her alone in this state.
He walked slowly toward her.
"Stand back," Li An said, her voice trembling.
He didn't listen.
He continued walking until he stood directly in front of her wheelchair. Then he knelt down and wrapped his arms around her.
"I don't know what you're enduring," he said quietly. "But I'll wait until you're ready to tell me. You spent fifteen years helping me. If you could help me for fifteen years, then I can wait for you for fifteen centuries."
Li An's expression broke down completely.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Can I trust you?" she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I've been betrayed by everyone I've ever known. I'm afraid you'll do the same if I offer you my heart."
Zhang Hao held her tighter. "I will never betray you. Even if the whole world is against you, I will still stay by your side."
Li An sobbed quietly. "I'm not the kind and graceful junior sister you think I am. I'm evil. I've killed innocent people before."
"Then I'll fall into the demonic path with you," Zhang Hao said without hesitation.
Li An opened her mouth, closed it, then opened it again.
Finally, she spoke the words she had been holding back.
"What if I killed Li An?"
Zhang Hao blinked, confused. "How could you kill yourself?"
"Because Li An doesn't exist," she said, her voice trembling. "I am not Li An. The identity and appearance of Li An is a disguise I obtained after killing the original Li An."
Zhang Hao's mind processed the information slowly.
Then he hugged her even tighter.
"Whether you're Li An or not, it doesn't change the fact that you're the one who spent fifteen years with me. You're the one who sacrificed your body for me. You might not be Li An, but the one I love is not the outer shell of Li An—it's the inner personality of the woman in my arms."
Li An's tears fell harder.
Zhang Hao pulled back slightly and took out the pair of rings. "I brought these for you."
He explained the artifact's function. "With these rings, you can sense my emotions directly. You'll know that I'm sincere. You'll be able to trust me."
Li An stared at the rings, then nodded slowly.
They each put on a ring—Zhang Hao wore the gold provider ring, and Li An wore the silver recipient ring.
The moment the rings activated, a surge of warmth and affection flooded through Li An's mind.
He truly loves me. He truly means what he says.
She closed her eyes and let the tears fall.
After a long moment, she spoke quietly. "Zhang Hao... leave the room for a moment. I want to show you my real identity."
Zhang Hao hesitated, then nodded. He stood and walked to the door, closing it behind him.
Inside the room, Li An stood on her wobbly legs.
She reached up and began to peel away Li An's skin.
Beneath the plain, unremarkable disguise, Wu Meng Ting's true form emerged.
Her hair—long, flowing, and snow-white—cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk. Her face was impossibly beautiful, with delicate features, full lips, and eyes like deep pools of water. Her body was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship: full, heavy breasts that defied gravity, a waist so narrow it seemed impossible, hips that flared into a perfect hourglass, and thighs that were soft yet strong.
She retrieved an immortal dress from her storage ring—a flowing, translucent garment that clung to her curves—and slipped it on.
She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
I wonder how Zhang Hao will react when he sees this body. He really won the lottery. The plain, unremarkable girl he was pursuing turned out to be a beauty that all men in the world would desire. Well, who told me to actually fall for him? Now this beauty will only belong to Zhang Hao.
She took a deep breath, then called out in a sweet, melodious voice. "Zhang Hao, you can come in now."
Outside the door, Zhang Hao froze.
That voice... it's so sweet. So pleasing. So... heavenly.
He swallowed hard, his heart pounding.
The voice called again. "Zhang Hao?"
He snapped out of his daze and opened the door.
The sight before him was unbelievable.
Is that appearance even human? Is that figure even possible?
He stood there, frozen, his mind blank.
My entire life's purpose was just to permanently engrave this heavenly sight in my memories.
Wu Meng Ting—no longer Li An—laughed softly. "Are you going to stand there all day?"
She was still standing, but her legs were trembling. "My injuries haven't fully recovered. I can barely stand. Carry me to the bed."
Zhang Hao moved forward in a daze.
The moment his hands touched her skin, he felt the softness and elasticity of her body. A sweet, fragrant scent filled his nostrils, and a ball of fire ignited in his lower abdomen.
His penis hardened instantly, straining against his pants.
Wu Meng Ting did not fare any better.
Without Li An's skin dulling her senses, Zhang Hao's touch ignited the hunger of her primordial yin body. Her lower body began secreting fluids, and her uterus clenched and stretched, greedy to be filled.
Worse, the lust Zhang Hao was experiencing was being transmitted to her in real time through the ring artifact.
When Zhang Hao placed her on the bed, her sensitive body brushed against his chest—and the world exploded.
Wu Meng Ting's back arched violently, her mouth opening in a silent scream as her primordial yin body convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm. Her uterus clenched and released in rapid, uncontrollable spasms, flooding her entrance with slick arousal that soaked through the thin fabric of her immortal dress. Her nipples hardened into aching points, her thighs trembled, and her clitoris throbbed with such intensity that her vision went white.
No—not again—I can't—
But her body didn't care.
The orgasm rolled through her in waves, each one stronger than the last, her hips jerking involuntarily as fluid gushed from between her legs. The wet patch on her dress spread rapidly, darkening the translucent fabric until it clung to the curves of her hips and thighs.
Zhang Hao, still holding her, didn't notice. The room was dim, and his attention was fixed on her face—on the way her snow-white hair spilled across the pillow, on the way her full lips parted as she gasped for breath.
Wu Meng Ting convulsed for what felt like an eternity, her body wracked with pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her fingers clawed at the bedsheets, her toes curled, and her inner walls clenched around nothing, desperate to be filled.
Finally—finally—the waves began to subside.
She lay there, trembling and drenched in sweat, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control. Her mind was foggy, her thoughts scattered, but she forced herself to focus.
Zhang Hao. He's still here. He's still touching me.
She opened her eyes and saw him standing beside the bed, his expression concerned but also... hungry.
Her gaze dropped lower—and she saw the massive bulge straining against his pants.
Panic surged through her.
"Distance yourself from me," she said quickly, her voice breathless and unsteady. "My body is too sensitive right now. You can't touch me."
Zhang Hao looked hurt. "We just became dao companions, and you won't let me touch you? Having such a beautiful partner but not being able to touch her is a life worse than death."
Wu Meng Ting felt his emotions flood through the ring—longing, frustration, desire, but also love and concern.
She softened.
He doesn't understand. He doesn't know what this body is capable of. I need to show him.
She blushed—a deep, rosy color that spread across her cheeks and down her neck, making her peerless face even more devastatingly beautiful—and said quietly, "Come closer."
Zhang Hao obeyed immediately, stepping forward until he stood at the edge of the bed.
Wu Meng Ting reached down with trembling hands and lifted the hem of her dress, slowly revealing the mess between her inner thighs.
Her entrance was swollen and glistening, drenched in a mixture of arousal and the remnants of her earlier orgasms. Clear fluid dripped down her thighs in thick rivulets, pooling on the bedsheets beneath her. Her clitoris—small, pink, and achingly sensitive—peeked out from beneath its hood, still twitching with residual pleasure.
Zhang Hao's eyes burned with the fire of desire.
Her body is truly perfect. Even her crotch is pretty. Erotic. Without a single strand of hair. So wet. So inviting.
He couldn't control himself.
He lunged forward and pushed Wu Meng Ting back against the bed, his hands gripping her hips as he pressed his body against hers.
The violent motion—the sudden pressure—the heat of his yang energy—
Wu Meng Ting's body detonated.
"Ahhh—!"
Her scream was raw and unrestrained as another orgasm tore through her, even more powerful than the first. Her hips bucked wildly, her thighs clamping around Zhang Hao's waist as her uterus contracted with brutal force. A torrent of love juices gushed from her entrance, spraying across Zhang Hao's pants and soaking the bed beneath them.
Her vision flickered—white, then black, then white again—as wave after wave of unbearable pleasure crashed over her.
Too much—it's too much—I can't—
But her body didn't stop.
Her nipples ached, her clitoris throbbed, and her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, clenching and releasing as if trying to pull something inside.
Zhang Hao, driven mad by the sight and scent of her arousal, began tearing at his pants with shaking hands. His thick, erect rod sprang free, the head already glistening with precum.
He positioned himself between her trembling thighs and rubbed the swollen tip against her labia.
Wu Meng Ting's body arched off the bed, her mouth opening in a soundless wail as another orgasm slammed into her. Her entrance clenched and released, squirting a fresh wave of love juices that drenched Zhang Hao's shaft and dripped down onto the bedsheets.
"So wet," Zhang Hao groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So perfect. I need to—"
He pressed forward, the head of his rod beginning to part her slick folds.
Wu Meng Ting's eyes snapped open.
No—he'll die—
With the last shred of her willpower, she kicked him hard in the chest.
Zhang Hao flew backward and hit the floor with a heavy thud.
Wu Meng Ting collapsed back onto the bed, her body still convulsing violently. Her legs were spread wide, her entrance gaping and twitching as fluid continued to pour from her in thick, obscene streams. Her clitoris was swollen to twice its normal size, pulsing visibly with each beat of her racing heart.
Her eyes were unfocused, her pupils dilated, and her mouth hung open as she gasped for air.
The orgasm didn't stop.
It kept going—rolling through her in endless, merciless waves—until her entire body was trembling with exhaustion.
Zhang Hao, sprawled on the floor, snapped back to his senses. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I lost control—"
Wu Meng Ting didn't respond. She couldn't.
Her body was still climaxing, her hips jerking involuntarily as her uterus contracted again and again, wringing every last drop of pleasure from her overstimulated nerves.
Only after what felt like an eternity did the waves finally begin to subside.
Her body went limp, her limbs heavy and unresponsive. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain control.
She lay there for a long moment, staring up at the ceiling, her mind slowly piecing itself back together.
That was... too close.
She sat up slowly, her movements weak and unsteady. Her dress was soaked through, clinging to her curves and leaving nothing to the imagination. The bedsheets beneath her were drenched, and the air was thick with the sweet, intoxicating scent of her arousal.
She looked at Zhang Hao, who was still sitting on the floor, his expression a mixture of shock, guilt, and lingering desire.
"I didn't lift my dress to seduce you," she said quietly, her voice hoarse. "I lifted it to show you the state of my body when exposed to yang energy."
She paused, letting the words sink in.
"Just as there are male demonic cultivators who pluck the yin of maidens, there are female demonic cultivators who suck the yang energy from males. And usually, those males die after having their yang essence sucked dry."
Zhang Hao's face went pale.
"My body contains the purest yin energy in the world," Wu Meng Ting continued. "It will uncontrollably drain any source of yang energy it comes into contact with. Regardless of my own will, if you were to dual cultivate with me, my body would suppress my consciousness and actively seek to drain your yang essence without stopping. Only after you are sucked dry and shriveled will I regain consciousness."
Zhang Hao stared at her, horrified.
I almost died just now.
Any trace of desire evaporated.
He felt regretful that he couldn't lay his hands on such a beauty, but it didn't change the fact that he loved her. "Then I'll just stay by your side. That's enough for me."
Wu Meng Ting, receiving his emotions through the ring, smiled.
"There is a way for you not to die when having sexual intercourse with me," she said.
Zhang Hao's eyes lit up. "What is it?"
Wu Meng Ting giggled at his reaction. "Your body is too weak, and your yang essence is too lacking. That's why you would die under my legs."
Zhang Hao felt insulted, but he couldn't deny the truth.
"The basic requirement for a person to survive after penetrating me is to have peak-grade yang spiritual roots," Wu Meng Ting continued. "They might feel weak and drained afterward. They might be left with only skin and bones. But they will at least still be alive. That is the devastation caused by primordial yin spiritual roots."
Zhang Hao frowned. "My peak-grade fire spiritual roots might be similar to peak-grade yang spiritual roots, but they're not the same."
"I know," Wu Meng Ting said. "But after a year, you could gain pseudo peak-grade yang spiritual roots, and your physical body could be enhanced and strengthened to an unbelievable degree."
Zhang Hao was doubtful. "How is that possible?"
"Because I've tried it before, and it worked," Wu Meng Ting said. "When you consumed my menstrual blood—rich with my primordial yin spiritual energy—your spiritual roots increased a grade, and you managed to condense an eighth-grade Golden Core."
Zhang Hao's eyes widened.
"Now that my heart and body belong to you," Wu Meng Ting continued, "as long as you consume more fluids rich in my primordial yin spiritual energy, your fire spiritual roots could evolve into semi-yang spiritual roots. Your body and cultivation will be strengthened to the point where you won't die from having sexual intercourse with me."
She paused, then reached down between her trembling thighs.
Her fingers slipped easily into her drenched entrance, parting the slick folds and sliding deep into her uterus.
The moment her fingers penetrated herself, her body convulsed violently.
"Ahh—!"
Another orgasm ripped through her, even more intense than before. Her back arched off the bed, her thighs clamping around her own hand as her inner walls clenched and spasmed around her fingers. A fresh torrent of love juices gushed from her entrance, spraying across her hand and wrist and dripping down onto the already-soaked bedsheets.
Her hips bucked uncontrollably, her clitoris throbbing with such intensity that she could barely think.
Too sensitive—I can't—
But she forced herself to keep her fingers inside, letting them soak in the thick, slippery fluid that filled her uterus.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm began to subside.
She withdrew her fingers slowly, her body trembling with aftershocks. Her hand was drenched—coated in a thick layer of clear, viscous fluid that dripped from her fingers in long, obscene strands.
She stretched her delicate, wet fingers toward Zhang Hao. "Lick them."
Zhang Hao hesitated, his eyes fixed on the glistening fluid.
"The love juices produced in my uterus contain large amounts of primordial yin spiritual energy," Wu Meng Ting said, her voice breathless but steady. "Many people would kill just to get a single drop. You, who have access to an unlimited amount, need to stop complaining and just lick my fingers."
She smiled, her cheeks still flushed. "My body was crafted by the heavens and is perfect in every manner. Even my love juices are fragrant and tasty. After you have a drop, you'll be desiring more."
Zhang Hao leaned forward and extended his tongue.
The moment his rough, hot tongue touched her fingers, Wu Meng Ting's sensitive body trembled violently.
"Nnh—!"
Her hips jerked, and another thick stream of fluid gushed from her entrance, flowing down her buttocks and pooling beneath her.
Zhang Hao licked the love juices from her fingers, his tongue sliding along her skin and collecting every drop of the slick, fragrant fluid.
The love juices flowed into Zhang Hao's body, and he felt a cooling, comfortable energy spreading through him. His meridians strengthened. His muscles filled with power. His yang essence increased slightly.
When he reopened his eyes, he was shocked. "This... this is incredible."
Wu Meng Ting smiled. "Now you understand."
She removed the immortal dress, revealing her naked body in full.
Zhang Hao wanted to turn around, but he found himself mesmerized by the unreal curves of her body—the heavy, gravity-defying breasts, the impossibly narrow waist, the flared hips, the soft yet strong thighs, and the cascading snow-white hair that framed her divine face.
Wu Meng Ting then reached for Li An's skin and began to put it back on.
The plain, unremarkable disguise covered her peerless beauty once more.
She dressed in her plain robes, then looked at Zhang Hao. "My true name is Wu Meng Ting. Remember it."