He had never imagined that his eldest disciple, cold as a mountain and proud as bamboo,
would actually say something so outrageously defiant, even contrary to human morality, in front of an outsider.
This forbidden love!
It truly was growing deeper and deeper.
As his master, he felt unworthy of receiving it.
For now, his only option was to resolve the hatred in Ye Qinghong's heart as soon as possible and help him emerge from those painful memories.
Then he, as his master, would bear the price of this tormented love.
If he did not enter hell, who would?
Fang Yang was stunned, and Huang Fuling was equally stunned.
Looking at Ye Qinghong's stubbornly pursed lips, faintly flushed cheeks, and slightly flustered eyes, she could not help chuckling.
How could she not know that Hall Master Ye was getting anxious?
And very obviously so.
That was why he had let those words slip.
"The Cult Leader's consort. It seems... I've been somewhat disrespectful. However, the Cult Leader possesses great talent and vision, and such a vigorous body. I'm afraid you won't be able to bear it alone. Why not... let me share some of that suffering?"
As she spoke, Huang Fuling boldly slipped both hands inside, wreaking havoc in heaven, putting on a display, right before the wife's eyes...
Ye Qinghong bit his lip, watching the woman who had practically burrowed into his master's arms, his fury beyond restraint.
This woman...
She clearly had a husband, who was right outside, yet she still wanted to seduce his master in public.
Most importantly, even after he had said something so embarrassing just now, she still acted as though she had seen nothing.
Utterly shameless.
No!
This absolutely could not continue.
He could not stand by and watch his master fall into