The Thrill

Therefore, Leng Yaozhu believed that she bore the greatest responsibility for her younger sister falling into the Holy Spirit Cult and becoming an Evil Soul Master.

It was her overprotectiveness, her distrust, that had pushed Yulai step by step into the abyss.

So now, if she had a chance to make amends, even if it was only to ease the guilt in her heart, Leng Yaozhu would willingly accept it.

As long as Yulai could live well.

As long as she could return to the right path.

She was willing to do anything.

Naturally, Leng Yaozhu would not tell Zhong Shenxiu what was in her heart.

She merely spoke calmly, her voice regaining some of its usual cold and aloof quality.

"Master, please eat."

Zhong Shenxiu glanced at her and said nothing more.

He shook his head and replied lightly.

"If that is the case, then do as you wish."

With that, he picked up his chopsticks and continued eating.

Leng Yaozhu stood to one side, quietly watching him.

Her red eyes were filled with complicated, indecipherable emotions.

Just then.

Knock, knock, knock.

Someone knocked on the door.

"Shenxiu, didn't we say we were going out to eat together? Is Sister Yulai not here?"

Gu Yue's voice came from outside.

Leng Yaozhu's body instantly stiffened.

How could she, as Gu Yue's master, possibly fail to recognize her adorable disciple's voice?

But how could she let Gu Yue see her like this now?!

The deputy tower master of the Spirit Pagoda, the head of the Leng Family, a Limit Douluo.

Wearing a maid outfit and calling a young man Master.

If her disciple saw this, would she still have the face to meet anyone in the future?

Leng Yaozhu's face instantly turned deathly pale.

She looked at Zhong Shenxiu with pleading