Gong Yajun humbly lowered her head.
She brought her translucent, crimson earlobe to Fang Yang's lips.
Very close.
After Fang Yang finished giving his instructions.
She was about to leave when she saw his billowing robes, still so imposing and majestic.
Forget it. Since I've already sacrificed myself to this fiend, I might as well go all the way. Leaving him with a somewhat favorable impression of me might also spare Fuling some suffering.
At that thought, she drew a deep breath...
The moonlight shone brightly, and ripples stirred the lake.
Everything was so peaceful.
Hopefully, tomorrow wouldn't bring any cuts.
Chapter 109: This Fiend Could Not Be Overpowered
A long while later.
The bright moon cast down its light.
Gong Yajun had long since drifted away.
Only, she looked somewhat dazed.
Completely unlike the overflowing confidence she had possessed before coming.
Amid waves of cicada cries and gusts of summer breeze, Gong Yajun soon reached the cave at the foot of Blood Rain Cult Mountain.
Protector Wang had already been waiting there.
In her view, the Abbess's visit would either succeed or fail.
Either she brought that fiend under control, or she would never return.
After all, that fiend was simply too ruthless and vicious.
Although the Abbess was very powerful, she probably wasn't that fiend's match.
Just then, something whistled through the air, and a familiar figure appeared before her, robes fluttering.
Her bearing was alluring, her charm endless.
Protector Wang's eyes lit up, and she was just about to step forward to congratulate the Abbess.
The next instant, she realized something was wrong.
Previously, the Abbess had possessed a mature charm, like a plump, juicy peach with all its juices sealed inside. Now, however, some of it was spilling out, as though someone had taken a bite.