Or could it be...
Her master already knew the whole truth?
This place was very close to Shadow Moon Convent, and Huang Fuling feared that her master might have some lethal means of harming the Demon Venerable.
She hurriedly stood up and blocked the Demon Venerable, spreading both arms to shield him behind her.
Her eyes were filled with determination and worry.
"M-Master, this has nothing to do with the Demon Venerable. I did everything on my own."
Drip! Drip!
Droplets ran down Huang Fuling's graceful body and fell to the ground, shattering on impact.
Gong Yajun said nothing. Looking at Huang Fuling's body, covered in wounds, and her flushed cheeks, she clenched her teeth.
A flame rose within her heart.
Damn it!
Her disciple had even more wounds than she had received in the Hot Spring last time, and her cheeks were even redder.
Clearly, the punishment she had suffered had been more severe and harsher.
She... was so jealous!
At the thought of her handsome, domineering, imposing master harshly punishing another woman right here beside Mirror Lake, at the Foot of Shadow Moon Convent Mountain, just moments ago.
She could not help burning with jealousy.
She was the Demon Venerable's lowliest slave. If anyone should kneel, it should be her. If anyone should be punished, it should be her.
She was the master, after all. She ought to lead the charge.
How could she let her disciple go first? It was an outrageous defiance of the proper order.
Gong Yajun drew a deep breath, her gaze growing colder and colder. She stared coldly at her disciple and raised her hand slightly, the Dharma Form behind her flickering in and out of sight.
She was already planning to purge this disgrace from her ranks.
A disciple who used public