Cold Yaozhu Under House Arrest

"I told you, you underestimated my master too much."

Leng Yaozhu turned her head to look at her younger sister, at the proud expression on her face, and a complicated feeling surged within her. She did not know what to say, what to do, or what to think.

Her mind was a mess, every thought tangled together beyond sorting out.

Zhong Shenxiu turned and walked toward the residence. His steps were steady and unhurried. Sunlight spilled over him, stretching his shadow long behind him. He stopped at the entrance, looked at Leng Yulai, then at Leng Yaozhu. A faint smile flickered through his pale golden vertical pupils.

"The Spirit Pagoda's line has been cut. Qiangu Dongfeng should learn very soon that Ye Chen is dead."

His voice was calm, as if he were discussing something utterly insignificant.

"Deputy Tower Master Leng, you probably won't be able to return to the Spirit Pagoda for some time."

Leng Yaozhu froze. She looked at Zhong Shenxiu's young face, at those pale golden vertical pupils. Her lips parted, but in the end, she merely nodded. She suddenly felt as though her fate had become bound to the boy before her.

She did not know whether that was good or bad.

But she no longer had any other choice.

Shrek City, a separate courtyard within the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

This courtyard stood in the deepest part of the Spirit Pagoda complex, surrounded by dense bamboo groves. Bamboo leaves rustled in the breeze like a natural barrier, shutting out the clamor of the outside world.

The bluestone path was strewn with dappled bamboo shadows. Sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, scattering tiny flecks of golden light across the ground.

Qiangu Dongfeng sat leisurely beside a stone table in the courtyard, holding a steaming cup