Standing on the neck of the eighth grade Frost Blood Python that was floating in the air, Yin Yanan looked coldly into the hot spring wreathed in mist.

The look in her eyes grew colder and colder as she watched Nie Tian and Mu Biqiong’s naked bodies tangling together and the coexisting flowers’ roots wrapping tightly around them.

For some reason, she found the scene very upsetting.

However, neither Nie Tian nor Mu Biqiong responded to her.

Nie Tian had once again ...