Mu Dongli said speechlessly, "What do you mean, against human ethics? You're my disciple, not my daughter. Besides, I don't mind what you're worried about, and he doesn't mind either. What is there for you to mind?"
After saying that, Mu Dongli stepped forward and earnestly continued, "Listen, child. Don't burrow into a bull's horn. A man like the cult leader will never linger over any one woman for too long. Stand with your master, and we can even band together to keep him in Winter Li Palace for a long time..."
In any case, she did not dare defy the cult leader in the slightest. To her, persuading Weisheng Moran was the task the Divine Tomb Cult Leader had given her. If she failed, she would lose some things as well.
Though Mu Dongli coaxed and guided her step by step, Weisheng Moran naturally would not agree. She changed her phrasing and refused, "Master, it still won't do! Matters between men and women must be led by affection. I hold you and the cult leader in the utmost respect, regarding you both as faith itself. This is not romantic love—how can they be confused?"
Her attitude became resolute. Though her words were reasonable, they instantly ignited the volcano in Mu Dongli's chest. She had already been deeply displeased about letting her own disciple intrude between them, even regretting taking this disciple in. Now that the cult leader had made a demand, this girl was clearly no longer pure, yet she was still refusing?
"You blockhead! Fool!" Mu Dongli had completely run out of patience. She glared at Weisheng Moran and said darkly, "This is a heaven-sent fortune, yet you're still hung up on so-called love. With a man like the cult leader, all you need to do is stand