Nie Kong looked up at Mo Xinyue for a moment, then suddenly pointed to the sheet spread out on the ground.

Mo Xinyue was not one to stand on ceremony. She slipped off her exquisite shoes, then lightly lifted the hem of her skirt and gracefully sat down opposite Nie Kong, her legs slightly tucked. The sight of her feet, tightly encased in white stockings, and the two sections of her fair, delicate calves were intentionally or unintentionally displayed beneath the skirt. The distance between them abruptly closed, and Nie Kong was soon enveloped by an intoxicating, faint fragrance drifting from Mo Xinyue’s delicate form opposite him. He took a gentle sniff; the scent permeated his lungs, making him feel as if he were drinking nectar and the finest jade liquid, utterly intoxicated. Nie Kong's eyebrow twitched almost imperceptibly. "Speak."

"Senior Brother Nie Kong."

Mo Xinyue’s smile suddenly vanished. She slightly straightened her chest and spoke with grave sincerity, "You must have seen what happened this morning. That’s why Second Uncle sent little sister to discuss with you whether we should merge the disciples of our Duntian Sect and the War Clan together tomorrow morning. This way, we can support each other and retreat to the safety zone within the seal in time, preventing dangerous situations like today from recurring."

"No need."

Nie Kong shook his head.

Seeing Nie Kong make the decision with almost no hesitation, Mo Xinyue looked somewhat surprised. "Senior Brother Nie Kong, uniting benefits both sides... shouldn't you reconsider?"

Nie Kong laughed, "My War Clan disciples enter the Ghost Domain precisely for the tempering of willpower and combat skills. Only by being constantly in danger can they achieve faster growth. But if they know they are perfectly safe, then the slaughter and battles here become meaningless."

"So, you disagree with the joint combat of the disciples from both sects?" Mo Xinyue’s beautiful eyes flashed.

"Exactly. Furthermore... I will not intervene when the beast tide arrives tomorrow, otherwise, it will easily cause them to become dependent on me," Nie Kong nodded.

"The War Clan truly lives up to its name."

Mo Xinyue let out a soft sigh of admiration. A moment later, her delicate body leaned slightly forward, a captivating, soul-stealing smile blooming at the corners of her lips. "Senior Brother Nie Kong, now that business is concluded... we should talk about private matters."

"Private matters? What private matters could we possibly have?" Nie Kong asked, taken aback.

"Senior Brother Nie Kong, do you think little sister is beautiful?" Mo Xinyue did not answer Nie Kong, instead asking abruptly, her voice soft and enchanting to the bone.

Hearing this, Nie Kong’s gaze lowered slightly. Beneath Mo Xinyue’s flower-like smile, her swan-like elegant jade neck, exquisitely delicate collarbones, and the expanse of pure, snow-white skin at her bosom were imprinted even more clearly in his sight. Nie Kong could even clearly see the deep ravine between the two perfectly round jade peaks on her chest.

As if sensing Nie Kong’s gaze, Mo Xiny