On the second day of the first lunar month in the Yisi year, Zuo Lengchan was lounging on a soft couch in the courtyard of the Songshan Sect's main residence. Beside him sat a small red-clay stove and tea, along with all the customary New Year treats: rice cakes, candied fruit, and other festive goodies.
He also had two pretty, charming maids dressed in bright red padded jackets attending him. They poured his tea, put pieces of cake and candied fruit to his lips, and kneaded his shoulders or pounded his legs.
After all, it was the New Year, a momentous holiday for everyone across the land of China. The Songshan Sect was no exception, so Zuo Lengchan was happy to set aside his chores and rest for a few days.
"..."
After enjoying himself for a while, Zuo Lengchan gazed at the two pretty, charming maids beside him, both sixteen and dressed in bright red padded jackets. His eyes gradually grew heated.
But soon, all that escaped him was a melancholy sigh.
In the past, he would have grabbed one under each arm and headed straight for his inner chamber. He wouldn't have stopped until both women were on their knees, begging for mercy!
But now, he was all desire and no ability. Having long since become a eunuch, he could only look and imagine. He could never be like he used to be again.
And it was all the fault of the Huashan Sect—of Yue Buqun!
If the Huashan Sect hadn't deliberately spread the Evil-Warding Sword Manual, if they hadn't waited until after he'd castrated himself to release a new sword manual, Zuo Lengchan would never have ended up in this state.
No matter how he looked at it, it was all Yue Buqun's fault!
"Hm?"
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