Has the Sect Become a Den of Thieves?

At the sound of that voice she had not heard in so long, Tang Yuehua's body went stiff on the sofa.

Her round, beautiful buttocks, just about to lift, sank back down again.

Before the figure in white even appeared in her pale-blue eyes, a pill fragrance, stronger and fresher than before, kept lingering at the tip of her nose.

Tang Yuehua stared fixedly at the white pill mist spilling out from behind the folding screen...

Until a white boot embroidered with golden thread appeared.

That young man in white—

After five long years, he finally appeared before her eyes once more.

On his face was still that silver-white mask. His white clothes were not whiter than snow, yet they surpassed snow in purity and flawlessness, as if he had come riding the wind, graceful and otherworldly, untouched by the slightest speck of dust.

All of this was the unique charm that the young man's bearing gave to those white robes.

Tang Yuehua's gaze could not help turning somewhat dazed...

The imprint of him from five years ago, branded in the depths of her heart, was instantly covered by the figure before her.

It fit perfectly into the depths of her heart.

It made her mind ripple, made her unable to look away, as if she had fallen under a spell and had been longing for him day and night...

"Sit, sit."

Ye Tian smiled and pressed his hand down toward Ling Yuan Douluo, then sat down in the main seat opposite Tang Yuehua. Only then did he look toward Tang Yuehua.

But with just one glance, Ye Tian discovered that Tang Yuehua's eyes seemed somewhat off.

Obsessed, resentful, helpless, and more—

Extremely complicated.

If he had to put it into words, it was the look of someone staring at