Even...
She had suffered the humiliation of putting on all sorts of intimate garments for the fiend, enduring the pain as she knelt on the ground, covered in bruises.
As though she truly had become utterly devoted to the fiend.
But in truth, only he, Yuan Heng, knew that all of this was merely an illusion.
Fuling was a spy from the Shadow Moon Convent. Everything she did was to keep him from harm. In truth, she already hated the fiend to the marrow of her bones and longed to kill him.
If one day Fuling could fully uncover the fiend's secrets, she would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation.
There was no question about it!
Of that, he was very confident.
Soon, led by a maid, Yuan Heng arrived outside the Purple Moon Tower.
It was antique and elegant, soaring into the clouds.
Its corridors wound like silken sashes, its pointed eaves swept high like pecking beaks.
Everything was so exquisite, so sacred.
A faint trace of sandalwood lingered in the surroundings.
Yuan Heng stood before the entrance, looking into the deep hall, his heart pounding wildly.
Although he had royal blood and was also a spy from the Shadow Moon Convent,
Because the Abbess loathed men above all, he had never actually met her.
He knew only that the Abbess had a graceful figure and beauty that could sink fish and bring down geese, a nun of unrivaled loveliness adored by countless people.
That made him yearn for her all the more.
He thought of how he had hidden within the Demon Cult for so many years, rendering great service through arduous toil and giving so much to the Shadow Moon Convent. Besides, he could just about be called a man of imposing appearance.
Together with the ingenious