Within the Hall of True Martiality, the beast-eared incense burner spewed dense smoke. Amid the drifting haze, shadowy figures manifested one after another, dancing without cease.
The great hall stood lofty and solemn. Exquisite murals covered the surrounding walls, depicting immortal officials wandering amid clouds and rainbows—feasting, singing and dancing, reveling in pleasure, or practicing carnal meditation...
Jin Yunu had changed into a long black dress and reclined comfortably in the seat of honor. She had just bathed, and a trace of weariness lingered on her cheeks.
"Master."
Wan Ying knelt below, her head bowed low.
Whenever Jin Yunu returned from Hua Gu's place, she would bathe repeatedly and be in a poor mood, so her disciples were always especially cautious.
Even Wan Ying, Jin Yunu's most trusted disciple, was no exception.
The more trusted one was, the more one had to remain vigilant at all times, never daring to be careless.
"Since it's only the two of us, why put on this false show?"
"Yes, Aunt."
Wan Ying smiled and raised her head.
Jin Yunu looked irritably at her fingers.
That bitch Hua Gu always handled her as though she were dead. For the sake of greater matters, Jin Yunu had no choice but to put on a false display of yielding beneath her. It was utterly disgusting.
If not to protect herself within the sect, why would she bother humoring her?
"Have you succeeded on the Hall of Spiritual Flourishing side?"
Jin Yunu's question brought a blush of embarrassment to Wan Ying's face, though perhaps seventy percent of it was feigned.
"Not... not yet..."
"Why?"
Jin Yunu looked down at her coldly. "Are your seductive arts no longer enough?"
"No, it's... it's Yang Sui... his tastes..."
"Even if he ate people, I could still save you."
As someone