"If that's the case, why bother saving him?" I was speechless. Fu Changling would most likely defect to the True Spirit Dao Domain next. That brat was no good.
Just as I stood up to raid the hidden vault, Lu Fuyao sidled over and rested a hand on my shoulder. "Husband, we've been apart for so long. Haven't you missed me?"
I gave an awkward smile. "This isn't the time for tender moments. How about this? Once this is over, I'll take you back to the Taiheng Dao Domain."
"You said it. I never want to stay in this damned place again." Lu Fuyao reluctantly let go of me.
"Oh? Why?" I couldn't help asking.
"Why else? Because that hall master Sang Zhe has his eye on me! I've spent these past few hundred years hiding from him wherever I could, but he never tires of pestering me. He's utterly unbearable," Lu Fuyao said in exasperation.
Only then did I take a proper look at Lu Fuyao's appearance. She wore pale moon-white everyday robes, cinched tightly around her slender waist. A silver hair tie gathered her black hair behind her shoulders, exposing a stretch of fair neck. Her brows and eyes were understated, as delicate as a few strokes in an ink painting, yet her gaze carried a stubborn resilience whenever she looked at someone.
She wore no makeup at all, keeping her appearance as plain as possible.
Yet her nose was straight and elegant, her lips thin and red, and her jaw tapered into a clean curve. Hers was a face worthy of a flawless character model. She had deliberately left it bare, so her claim about hiding from her superior's harassment seemed genuine. If she put on makeup, there would be no end to it.
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