"???"
Yuan Heng froze on the spot, dumbstruck, his face filled with bewilderment.
What did this mean?
Was this an accident, or deliberate?
His wife was about to fall into this fiend's hands and become his plaything.
Yet he was not even allowed a glance?
Wasn't... wasn't the difference in treatment a little too great?
Yuan Heng felt both indignant and stifled.
Just then, an icy voice came from behind the gauze curtains.
"I have something to discuss with the Demon Venerable. And I want to have an in-depth exchange of learning experiences with him. Go outside first."
Those bone-chilling words held not a trace of feeling.
Yet they struck Yuan Heng across the face like a vicious slap, leaving him flushed, his chest seemingly filled with a fire about to explode.
Humiliation!
Utter humiliation!
He was Huang Fuling's husband in name, after all.
And yet... he was being driven out just like that?
In his own home, no less.
He had even invited the Demon Venerable here himself.
Wasn't this just...
Too hurtful.
If he had not been so good at enduring things, and so magnanimous...
Wouldn't Fuling have had to face a few angry words of protest from him tonight?
How heartbroken would she have been?
"A heart like a turtle's shell, unmoving for ten thousand years."
Yuan Heng silently recited the Green Turtle Art. Just a few short lines brought his entire heart back to calm.
This made him all the more certain that he absolutely had talent in this regard-talent rarely seen in any age, at that.
"Fuling... why don't I stay here? I might be able to help."
He spoke in considerable humiliation.
Huang Fuling, however, gave a cold snort.
"No need. I can manage on my own. Besides, I'm chaste by nature. I don't