Meanwhile, Pei Ling [five censored characters here] listened to Yan Minghua's explanation, his expression calm.
That day, after leaving the teahouse and heading south to find someone, he had spotted Fu Xuanxu and the others not far from the teahouse along the way... Had the three of them gone out again afterward?
Well! Never mind that for now. It was better that Fu Xuanxu and the others weren't at the teahouse!
Whether Senior Brother Fu and the others saw them or not, what did it matter? The sect's teachings, etiquette and morality, Suzhen Heaven's dignity, the Heavenly Maiden's nobility... None of it mattered as much as this moment!
That was right. She was the Chongming Sect Holy Son's [two censored characters here]. If Pei Ling wanted, he could [three censored characters here] her at any time...
Upstairs in the teahouse, inside a cultivation room.
A formation disk floated in midair, swallowing and exhaling spiritual energy. Runes around it flickered in and out, radiating pure spiritual energy as they firmly sealed off this space, preventing the slightest force from leaking out and isolating it from the outside to keep the cultivator from being disturbed.
Li Lieyue sat cross-legged in the center with her eyes closed. The Saintess's crown atop her head was vivid and lustrous, and a vast, icy power silently coursed through it, resonating with the fluctuations of the magic power circulating through her body.
Her long black hair danced wildly without a breath of wind.
The room was cold as the depths of winter. At some point, frost had spread across the floor, climbing toward the walls from the center.
The light in the room was dim, and even the runes illuminating it seemed unusually faint.
One pair after another of ink-black eyes slowly opened, too numerous to