The Supreme Hall finally had its first female member: Ye Qingzhu. She was the would-be imperial consort Fu Gan had spoken of rescuing.
"I never expected that, as a monk, you had violated every single rule and precept."
"With Buddha in my heart, why would I need rules and precepts?" Fu Gan retorted. He and Ye Qingzhu had been childhood sweethearts. What Zhou Chen had done was merely to use this to threaten Fu Gan and force him to reveal himself.
Years ago, Fu Gan had obtained an inheritance, and Zhou Chen had thus become wary of him. At the time, Zhou Chen had already laid a deadly trap and slaughtered members of their own clan.
Fu Gan had sensed it coming and escaped disaster. From then on, he traveled the world under the name Fu Gan, though Ye Qingzhu remained in his thoughts at every moment. It was not until two months ago, when Ye Qingzhu was brought into the imperial palace by Zhou Chen and was about to become his consort, that Fu Gan secretly returned to the Zhou Dynasty.
He first went to the Dragon Transformation Pool and refined the dragon bones buried within. Only after waiting for the right opportunity did he rescue Ye Qingzhu.
"Miss Ye's condition seems somewhat wrong." Shen Yi looked into Ye Qingzhu's eyes and felt that there was something missing from her gaze.
"You noticed it too?" Fu Gan looked somewhat despondent. "Qingzhu has lost part of her soul. More precisely, her soul has been damaged. That is why she is so quiet."
"Is there still a way to treat her?" Shen Yi sighed softly as well. Ye Qingzhu was remarkably beautiful, but she was far too quiet, like a puppet. Only occasionally did she regain clarity.
"It's useless. I have