Hearing that voice, Zhang Tie was instantly surprised. He had not expected that, even within the temple, someone would still be so "unable to forget" him, determined to uncover his origins...
Following the voice, he looked over and saw two people sitting together in a room much like his own. One was the handsome young man in white whom he had encountered at the Divine Generals' restaurant that day. The other, judging by her attire, seemed to be a temple deacon—a beautiful female deacon.
The young man was no longer dressed in white, but wore a black temple robe. Though his voice was icy, the gentle, warm smile on his face was enough to melt ice and snow. The combination of that stern voice and warm smile made the handsome man all the more irresistibly charming.
"You only care about other people, never about me. Do you know how much I've missed you these past few days? I could only see you again by using the excuse of bringing you the robes that were remade..." The female deacon gazed at the handsome man beside her with infatuation, speaking with a touch of grievance before resting her head against him.
"Once we reach the Dragon Emperor Domain, we'll have plenty of time. We can do whatever we want..." the handsome man said with a smile. One hand had already slipped through the neckline of the female deacon's long dress. The twin peaks beneath the cloth at her chest began to rise and shift like dunes changing shape in the desert. A soul-stirring moan escaped her lips, and two rosy clouds climbed her cheeks, making her close her eyes involuntarily.
"Mmm... you're already the... ah... High Priest of the Emperor God Temple... why... ah... care about that person...?" the female deacon asked