"Has Master gone hands-off again?"
"What do you mean, 'again'? Clearly, it's 'another hundred million times'!"
"Hey, hey, don't get sidetracked. Didn't you notice how ruthless Master was? That was the Heavenly Dao Junior Mistress he used to carefully protect and dote on in every way. Now he pushed her aside without a second thought!"
"Sigh, food and lust are human nature. The hearts of men have declined! They say there's a blade above the character for lust. Someone as 'wise' as Master surely couldn't escape it."
"Shut up, all of you!"
Inside the Heavenly Sword Clan's grand council hall, the core disciples had their gossip buff fully activated. They whispered among themselves, their eyes darting about, unable to hide their curiosity—and, most importantly, their eagerness to watch the spectacle unfold.
That continued until Tao Yao shouted. Her face was full of anger, her teeth clenched as she said heavily, "You heartless, ungrateful wretches! Don't you think the Junior Mistress is pitiful? Qu Shang, this is the moment for you to rise to the challenge! You're the only one who can save the Junior Mistress now!"
Qu Shang rolled her eyes extravagantly. "I've thrown billions of flirtatious glances at him over the past few thousand years. What else can I do? You can't expect me to force myself on him."
"Ahem, ahem, ahem. I think that's enough. Isn't the focus of our discussion how to complete the integration with the Heavenly Dao within three hundred years? I keep feeling that Master's actions have a profound meaning." Li Guokui spoke up.
"Oh, they certainly have 'profound meaning.'"
"Exactly, exactly. Very profound!"
"Do you think we disciples are entitled to make a little trouble at the wedding night?"
Ji Ming, Gou Dao, and Zhu Ti cackled with laughter, all three looking extremely