Qingyi held the sword he had received from Yueli tightly.
It was a simple, but good weapon, its blade well balanced, the steel shining smoothly.
The other priestesses quickly stopped their training, crowding around Qingyi and Yueli.
Their sweaty bodies exuded a subtle and strangely pleasant floral fragrance, their breasts rising and falling with each panting breath.
Qingyi inhaled deeply before exhaling, his eyes appreciating the women's beauty for a brief moment.
Could he handle them all if he had to?
"Are you ready?" Yueli asked, and after Qingyi nodded, she smiled at her sisters.
"Pay close attention and learn as much as you can," she instructed, also readying her weapon.
In the next moment, they both advanced, their swords meeting with a metallic clang.
"Ngh~" a pained groan escaped Yueli's lips, Qingyi's sword forcing her back more than three steps.
