Anyone who spread them without the Abbess's permission would surely suffer Shadow Moon Convent's cruelest punishment.
Every day afterward, Gong Yajun used the Water Mirror Art to record images of herself, sorting them into categories and labeling them with all kinds of names.
"The Abbess's secrets," "The art of bondage," "Master Demon Venerable's training"...
By now, she already had more than a dozen pieces of Image Recording Jade.
She could hardly wait to offer these pieces of jade to the Demon Venerable, to her master, so that he could understand her better, from head to toe.
Looking at the Sound Transmission Jade, she saw only the long, long messages she had sent. The Demon Venerable rarely replied.
Even when he did reply, he merely said he was going to bathe, or that he had just been favoring Huang Protector.
He had never expressed any response to her deep affection.
But even so, she firmly believed that one day, the Demon Venerable would understand her feelings and her charms, even if he only treated her as the lowliest slave.
She would still... be perfectly willing.
Remembering how Protector Wang of Shadow Moon Convent had once said that her disciple had become the Demon Venerable's plaything, covered in wounds and utterly distraught every day, she even felt a little envious for a moment.
Or rather... jealous.
Elders came first. She had taught that disciple every bit of her Charm Art, so why should the disciple get ahead of her master? Did she not understand that elders came first?
Besides, her own voluptuous figure brimmed with the allure of the years. If they truly competed side by side before the Demon Venerable...
That disciple would not necessarily outshine her.
At that thought, Gong Yajun's gaze grew ever more distant. With a wave of