As the Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent, her Charm Art had long since reached the pinnacle, and she knew perfectly well how to play upon a man's thoughts.
At her age, her figure was fully ripe, like a peach, plump and juicy. Trying to imitate those young women and look pitiful would no longer suit her.
Her greatest advantage was, in fact, her status as the Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent.
Men all enjoyed the feeling of conquest.
Since that was the case, she might as well go with the current and use grief and indignation to make that sense of conquest even stronger.
This was her true plan.
Fang Yang grew restless. Watching Gong Yajun kneel on the ground, her eyes filled with humiliation, he felt an increasingly intense, savage urge to tear everything apart.
That savagery came from the Formless Demon Body, and from his own most primitive desires.
Thud!
Just then, seeing that things were going badly,
Huang Fuling instantly dropped to her knees, her red bells jingling with a crisp, pleasing sound.
She also bent her body into an arc, prostrating herself before Fang Yang's other leg, graceful and poised.
She lacked a little of Gong Yajun's allure, but had more vitality and restlessness.
"Demon Venerable, the Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent is my master. She has taught me supreme cultivation arts since childhood. A kindness of a single drop must be repaid with a gushing spring, let alone a master's supreme kindness. A disciple should share responsibility for her master's mistakes. If my master truly offended you, please show great mercy and spare her. Do not let her remain your slave. Lingnu is willing to bear all your wrath and be harshly punished by you..."
Those words, so full of deep affection, were utterly resolute