"Junior Sister..."
Though Mo Shangxie said nothing, how could she possibly not harbor suspicions?
But what could suspicion change? Even if she knew Junior Sister had deliberately cast aside her life to save her, so what?
Saved was saved. Mo Shangxie would forever owe her junior sister, Ji Qingyi, more than a dozen lives.
She did not even know how she had made it back to the Devil Palace.
The first person she saw was Jiang Che.
"Mas... Master!" Mo Shangxie no longer felt guilty only when facing Ji Qingyi. She also felt terribly guilty when she saw Jiang Che.
"What is it?" Jiang Che glanced at his young disciple. It seemed this little disciple had been growing more and more troubled lately.
"Master, I... I..."
Mo Shangxie's heart was a tangled mess, but in the end, she walked straight up to Jiang Che. Boldly and willingly, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing her head tightly against his chest as she felt his warmth.
Jiang Che did not speak. He did not really know what this girl was up to. Was this some new kind of Play again?
Another night passed without a word.
The next morning, by the time Jiang Che got up, Mo Shangxie had already left early.
Looking at the empty space beside him, Jiang Che rested his chin on one hand and sighed.
These two disciples of his really gave him a headache!
They had both fallen in love with him, yet for all sorts of reasons, they found it difficult to coexist. Mo Shangxie had even become a prospective master's wife... yet she had still chosen to yield.
He was not stupid. What Mo Shangxie had done yesterday had definitely been a "farewell lay."
Ji Qingyi, meanwhile, had gone utterly dark. She had