Your Master Became the Young Lord's Woman

It had to be said that Qin Anlan's outstanding appearance also added a lot of points for him.

People are visual creatures.

Even True Person Ziwei, who had lived for hundreds of years, was no exception.

Qin Anlan was tall, handsome, with delicate features and an elegant demeanor. He was a renowned handsome man in the Heavenly Flame Empire.

Even though True Person Ziwei had developed quite a prejudice against Qin Anlan due to Ye Qingyun's matter.

However, at this very moment, facing such a refined, handsome, and dashingly elegant man.

True Person Ziwei truly couldn't muster any feeling of disgust deep down.

Looking at the polite Qin Anlan before him, who carried an air of transcendence.

True Person Ziwei found it difficult to associate Qin Anlan with the heinous, sinister, and cunning scoundrel described by Ye Qingyun.

True Person Ziwei had lived for hundreds of years and was quite experienced.

It was not impossible for someone to put on a pretense, acting one way in front of you and another behind your back.

Fortunately, his visit today was not to investigate Qin Anlan's character, but for a more important matter.

"Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, I have come today to implore you..."

Before True Person Ziwei could finish his sentence.

Qin Anlan waved his hand, saying calmly, "True Person Ziwei, have you come today because of your disciple, Ye Qingyun?"

"Precisely."

"Ye Qingyun is young and arrogant, ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, and has offended the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis."

"I am willing to apologize on his behalf to the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, hoping only that he will show mercy and spare him."

As he spoke, True Person Ziwei stood up and bowed towards Qin Anlan.

Setting aside their respective statuses.

For a powerful expert at the Peak Saint stage to humble himself and come to beg Qin Anlan was quite a show of respect.

"True Person Ziwei is too kind."

Qin Anlan nodded slightly, still unfazed, "It's understandable for young people to have a hot temper."

"I am not the kind of person who, once in the right, refuses to let go and insists on sending Ye Qingyun to his death."

"How about this, as long as Ye Qingyun is willing to kowtow to me three times and offer an apology."

"I can pretend that this matter never happened."

"This..."

True Person Ziwei fell into hesitation.

After a moment of thought, he nodded and agreed, "In that case, thank you, Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, for your magnanimity."

Finally, Ye Qingyun's matter was resolved, and True Person Ziwei breathed a sigh of relief.

The two chatted for a few more pleasantries.

Little did they know that everything was being watched by Ye Qingyun, who was lying in the death row prison.

Through a special bronze mirror, Ye Qingyun observed everything with cold eyes, taking it all in.

Looking at it all, his body trembled uncontrollably.

His eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage that threatened to burst out of his body.

His face, which was once quite presentable.

Had already become distorted and deformed due to extreme anger.

True Person Ziwei's polite smile, in Ye Qingyun's eyes, was a shy pretense of deference towards Qin Anlan.

True Person Ziwei's courteous demeanor, even his bowing and bending towards Qin Anlan, was interpreted as him deliberately trying to get close to Qin Anlan.

The pain in Ye Qingyun's heart was indescribable.

True Person Ziwei was Ye Qingyun's most respected master.

His appearance and voice were already etched into Ye Qingyun's mind.

He never dared to be disrespectful of that peerless visage.

Only in the quiet of the night would those unrealistic thoughts surface in his mind.

His own master, True Person Ziwei, was meeting in private with his sworn enemy at such a time, even chatting and laughing.

Judging by their expressions, they looked like old friends who hadn't seen each other for decades.

Ye Qingyun came from a poor background and had endured countless scornful glances since childhood.

Therefore, his self-esteem was extremely high.

What he most detested and abhorred was being deceived or betrayed by someone.

Three days ago.

Facing Qin Anlan's attack, Ye Qingyun was completely unable to fight back.

True Person Ziwei stood by, watching, with no intention of helping Ye Qingyun at all.

This had already caused Ye Qingyun to feel discontent.

And now, He actually dared to sneak around and meet Qin Anlan in secret.

This further ignited the rage within Ye Qingyun.

"Heh heh, this is the number one female expert of our Heavenly Firmament Academy, this is your good master, Ye Qingyun."

"I never thought True Person Ziwei would be this kind of person."

"To cling to the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis, she's not afraid to sacrifice her looks."

Just then, a mocking voice came.

Luo Feng withdrew the bronze mirror in his hand. The mocking and playful smile on his face was already difficult to conceal.

"Bullshit, utter bullshit."

"Luo Feng, don't you dare spout nonsense here and slander my master."

Hearing Luo Feng's words, Ye Qingyun, who was already full of rage, became completely furious.

His eyes seemed to bleed, and his gaze was filled with undisguised killing intent. He stared intently at Luo Feng, as if he wanted to tear Luo Feng to pieces.

Unfortunately, this killing intent posed no threat to Luo Feng.

Luo Feng sneered dismissively, "Whether it's nonsense or not, you know it in your heart, kid."

"Perhaps your master sacrificed her looks just to save your life."

"In my opinion, it won't be long before you can get out of here."

"Do you want to know why?"

"After your master, True Person Ziwei, becomes the Young Lord of the Divine Marquis's woman, you will become the Young Lord's disciple, and the Young Lord naturally won't blame you."

"Hahaha..."

With a smile full of mockery, he finished these taunting words.

Before Ye Qingyun could say anything more, Luo Feng turned and left directly, giving Ye Qingyun no chance to act like a mad dog biting randomly.

"Beast, Qin Anlan, you beast."

"I won't let you go, I won't let you go."

Ye Qingyun desperately pounded on the door of the death row cell.

However, what awaited him was death. The surrounding protective formation.

Powerful electric currents electrocuted Ye Qingyun, leaving him lying on the ground, wailing continuously.

He also let out curses from the corner of his mouth.

The tangible rage in his eyes seemed capable of killing Qin Anlan tens of thousands of times.