Boom!
A muffled sound erupted; before Dongmei could approach the young man, the youth standing by the young man waved his hand. A majestic surge of True Qi burst forth, instantly sending Dongmei flying.
Swoosh!
At this moment, Chunlan darted out, catching Dongmei. The latter coughed violently, blood spilling from the corners of her mouth.
"How is Dongmei? Are you okay?"
Chunlan asked with concern, to which Dongmei shook her head.
"Not bad, I didn't expect to find two such supreme quality young widows here, and they appear to be virgins, excellent!"
A wicked light flashed in the youth's eyes as he gazed at Chunlan with a playful smile.
"Young Master, might I inquire why you have come to Yan's Clubhouse?"
Chunlan looked at the youth and spoke, her eyes carrying a cautionary glint,
"I heard that the owner of Yan's Clubhouse is as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal. I, Ming Yuetian, plan to see for myself. Let your young mistress come out."
