Wuxia: From the Start, I Earn the Yijin Jing Inner Art

“Lord Li, why are you in such a hurry? This time, I promise I’ll give you what you want.”

“Look, you’ve hurt me.” The woman raises her right hand, faintly red.

Li Qing’s head throbs as if it is about to explode. He suddenly opens his eyes to find himself in an antique room.

Beside him, a soft, melodious female voice speaks with a hint of reproach and a faint, hard-to-detect distance.

Before him is a woman in an ancient-style, water-blue ruqun dress.

Her hair is styled in elegant coils, her face is lovely, her features are as picturesque as a painting, and her skin is fair as snow. She is frowning slightly as her slender fingers rub the wrist he just gripped, where a faint red mark circles the skin.

Is she Su Yingxue?

The star courtesan of the Drunken Fragrance House?