Shen Qingmei truly deserved her position as the best of the assassins he had taught. Within half a minute, seventy two cuts had been made on his body, ever single one of them perfectly ripping apart the fabric of his robes. Without a single scratch mark on his skin, her technique could be considered to be truly amazing.
Tearing off the last remaining cloth obstructed by the handcuffs, Shen Qingmei gazed at her handiwork with satisfaction. With her greedy gaze entirely lost on the Master’s perfect and faultless body, she couldn’t tear her eyes away.
His creamy white skin, hidden away from the sun for so many years, looked like it had the consistency of milk. But it didn’t look like sickly or weak. Instead, there seemed to be a hint of strength that threatened to burst out at any moment.
His well-built and muscular frame was extremely robust. Even…
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