"Now, kneel!"
Demonic smoke billowed, domineering and majestic.
There was not the slightest warmth.
It was as though he were treating prey.
Ye Qinghong shuddered, the rims of his eyes instantly reddening.
Chapter 116: Whoever touches my disciple dies
Faced with Fang Yang's indifferent gaze and domineering tone,
Ye Qinghong trembled all over.
His eyes filled with desolation.
Could it be...
Fourth Junior Sister was right?
Master's so-called change was utterly worthless.
Had he been lying to me from beginning to end?
For a moment, his Sword Heart stirred, and the Azure Shadow Sword behind him hummed and trembled.
It seemed unable to hold back much longer.
But in the end, he forcibly restrained himself.
Closing his eyes, he slowly knelt before his master.
His loose blue robes rustled in the chill wind, pressing tightly against his jade-like skin and revealing his figure to perfection.
Though Ye Qinghong had a cold temperament, his figure was anything but cold.
It was just that he had always kept it bound while practicing swordsmanship.
Now, as he bent over, his dark hair fell over his buttocks, outlining their full, rounded curves, taut and firm.
His chest swayed slightly as well.
Fang Yang's breathing grew a little heavier.
Soon, Ye Qinghong was kneeling on the ground.
Right before Fang Yang.
His lips were pressed tightly together, his eyes slightly reddened. Ripples stirred in those once-icy eyes, as though mist were gathering within them.
Looking at his eldest disciple, once as cold as frost, now kneeling before him in humiliation, looking as though he could take whatever he pleased,
Fang Yang's eyes turned crimson.
He felt his veins bulge and his head throb with swelling pain.
His breathing also became ragged and heavy; he could barely endure it any longer.
Finally, he drew a deep