His mind began running wild with uncontrollable speculation.
After Fuling came to the Demon Venerable Pavilion, she certainly must have been unwilling. She must have been controlled by this fiend-just look at that domineering hand.
How he wished he could charge forward right now and kill this fiend.
But... he could not beat him.
Nor... did he dare.
Besides, ever since the Shadow Moon Convent learned that this fiend had reached the realm of unity between heaven and man,
they had forbidden any further assassination attempts.
Instead, they were to uncover as many of the fiend's secrets as possible.
At this thought, he took a deep breath, knelt on the ground in near humiliation, and said,
"Demon Venerable, please judge wisely. Your subordinate harbors no such intention."
"Then what do you mean?"
"Your subordinate wishes to invite you to my home as a guest. Because... my wife has just learned an entirely new massage method and would like you to experience it."
"???"
Fang Yang froze, his head full of question marks. For a moment, he thought he had misheard, or perhaps was hallucinating.
This Yuan Heng...
Was he joking or serious?
He was actually taking the initiative to invite him home to exchange massage techniques with Huang Fuling?
Was this not... a little too much for him to endure?
Despite Fang Yang's broad experience and formidable composure, he was momentarily speechless. He simply stared coldly at Yuan Heng.
He wondered whether this was some new method of assassination.
Or perhaps...
the man really did have some peculiar fetish.
"Protector Yuan, you aren't joking, are you?"
"Of course not. My wife merely appreciates how much you have done for the Demon Cult and wishes to relieve your fatigue."
Yuan Heng practically ground his teeth as he forced the sentence out,