The word "submission" fell lightly, weightless as a feather, yet it bore the pride and dignity Drunken Fragrance Pavilion had upheld through endless epochs.
Xiang Ling, standing nearby, stiffened sharply at those words. Her heart jolted violently, and monstrous waves surged within her.
She instinctively raised her eyes toward Tian Feixue, seated upon the couch.
Before her was the peerless Pavilion Master of Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, Tian Feixue—the woman who had single-handedly sheltered the entire pleasure-house faction, who had swept through the Sin Domain without ever tasting defeat.
Her beauty could topple Chaos itself, her figure graceful and enchanting. Every smile and frown could beguile a Dao Heart and turn all beings upside down. The seductive splendor between her brows and eyes was beauty perfected by heaven and earth, a woman born to be admired by all and adored by the world.
Ever since Xiang Ling had entered the pavilion to cultivate, the Pavilion Master had always stood high above all others—calm and unrestrained, with pride hidden in her heart. She had never submitted to another, never bowed her head to any faction.
Yet now, to protect the sisters of Drunken Fragrance Pavilion, to spare the sect from the catastrophe of annihilation, this incomparably elegant female Pavilion Master, born with unyielding pride in her bones, had actually prepared herself to lower her head in submission and serve beneath another.
At that thought, Xiang Ling's chest suddenly tightened with bitter pain. Her heart clenched fiercely, and even her breathing grew faintly labored.
She stared blankly at Tian Feixue's calm, composed features, at that peerless bearing capable of overturning Qiankun. An uncontrollable thought surfaced in her mind, stirring her heart into turmoil and leaving every flavor of emotion tangled within her.
Could it be that from this day onward, their Pavilion Master—who