Pei Qing, the master of the Xuan Yu Sect and a renowned flawless sword immortal, was currently being pinned down on a rosewood long table. Her upper body was pressed against the tabletop, one cheek touching the cold surface. Her loose black hair spread out like silk, covering most of her face, leaving only a section of her snow-white jawline exposed. The long dress woven from moonlight was roughly pulled up to her waist, crumpled into a wrinkled heap. What was once an ethereal, mist-like garment now served as a testament to her humiliation. The shoulder shawl made of butterfly wings had long been torn off and trampled under a pair of rough cloth shoes. Her legs were long, fair, and as smooth as finely carved jade. At this moment, they were forcibly spread apart, her toes almost touching the ground, only her ten slender toes twitching and curling up in the black silk shoes. Below the hem of her dress, her round and plump buttocks were raised high, dazzlingly white, and glistening with a lustrous sheen under the dim candlelight. The two full cheeks of her buttocks were constantly being pounded from behind.