Though Wang Fu's hands were busy, his gaze remained clear. The cycling red vapor not only enhanced his cultivation but also seemed to make the bodies of his concubines even smoother and more delicate. He carefully moderated the spell to avoid harming them. 0

Suddenly, sensing something, he looked up. A pitch-black orb materialized before him, casting a dim glow. Shifting scenes appeared across its surface. 0

Wang Fu’s brows rose as he chuckled, "Yangyi Evening Bloom. Not bad, rare to see these days."0

Despite realizing that the demonic creature held a Lesser Yang spirit item he needed, Wang Fu made no move. He quietly observed, studying the fish demon’s expression. It wasn’t fearful at all, on the contrary, it looked elated.0

"It really does have some skill," muttered Wang Fu.0

Wang Fu wanted to watch...0