"What was that sound just now?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps the Flying Carriage passing through the air disturbed the Astral Wind and caused that sound."
"Hall Master Ye, aren't you being a little too sensitive? With a temperament like that, you won't be able to serve the Demon Venerable."
Huang Fuling explained softly, her face utterly innocent.
She looked as though it had nothing to do with her.
Beneath the table, behind the cloth.
Her fleshy Jade Feet in black stockings still teased between Fang Yang's hands, swaying gently.
Like a mischievous child, they never tired.
Fang Yang, meanwhile, remained expressionless throughout, occasionally glancing at his eldest disciple, Ye Qinghong.
This temptress!
Far too brazen!
They were in the air now, with too many eyes and ears around for him to discipline her.
Otherwise, he would have enforced the Demon Cult's rules on her severely.
Silence lingered for a long while. Ye Qinghong remained expressionless, still watching Huang Fuling with cold eyes.
"But to me, it didn't sound like Astral Wind!"
"Then what do you think it sounded like, Hall Master Ye? Surely not... clothes tearing? With the future Cult Master's Wife presiding here, I wouldn't dare have a secret affair with the Cult Master in public, even if I had all the courage in the world."
Huang Fuling still sounded terribly wronged.
Her toes teased him lightly again.
As the Demon Venerable, Fang Yang naturally had nothing to fear from such things, but he was still a little nervous.
After all...
His eldest disciple had only just begun showing signs of turning his hatred into great love. If he saw this scene...
Who knew whether that twisted love would instantly turn him demonic, beyond anyone's power to pull him back?
"Naturally, I would never doubt Master's character, but I