"Celestial Master, compared to how hard you work, what little effort I put in is nothing. You must take care of yourself."
Veronica's hand stopped. She raised her head to look at the maid. "What did you call me?"
The maid froze for a moment, then said, "Oh, well, after Lord Zhang Jiao sacrificed himself, the Yellow Turban Army couldn't be left leaderless. Many generals and dignitaries feel the same way. You shouldn't merely carry out the Celestial Master's duties-you should succeed Lord Zhang Jiao as the new Celestial Master."
"When I talk with my friends in private, we also think it's the best choice. With someone like you leading us, the Yellow Turban Army will surely become more and more..."
Before the maid could finish, a powerful force bound her and slammed her against the wall.
Veronica's eyes rested calmly on the maid. The sudden change left the maid frightened and bewildered. Terror rose within her, and her dangling legs began to tremble.
Who could have imagined that Lady Veronica, normally so kind, had such a terrifying side?
"There is only one Celestial Master. Yes, only he is the Celestial Master! Celestial Master Zhang is not dead! Yes, Celestial Master Zhang is not dead! Not dead!" Veronica's voice sounded like an enraged lioness.
With Veronica's murderous gaze fixed on her and her body beyond her control, the maid's terror approached its peak. Just as she thought Veronica would kill her, the psychic power restraining her vanished, and she fell to the floor.
The maid knelt on the floor, sobbing softly in fear. Her legs had gone too weak to let her stand. Veronica walked up to her and placed a hand over her eyes.
By the time the maid's memories became continuous again, she had already left Veronica's room.