The Xinyi Dao’s sect master, Daoist Bi Chen, was precisely Madam Wang’s foster father.0

As for the crude men’s teasing words, had it been an ordinary bride, she would have already blushed scarlet without knowing how to respond. But Madam Wang only let out a tinkling laugh, a sound that made people itch with restless desire.0

“Pah! A scholar has tender, delicate skin and flesh, a clever and intricate mind, and speaks with sweet words. They taste the most delicious of all. How could the likes of you compare! What I love most is seeing those heartless scholars’ faces be consumed with terror little by little  as they watch their bodies being devoured alive. That is my wicked craving! Don’t try to provoke me, or I’ll swallow and tear you all to pieces.”0

Her voice was soft and gentle, dripping with licentious charm. Yet to the gathered...0