All those details pointed to a single truth: Master's body had very likely returned to normal.
He was capable of intercourse now.
Logically, this had nothing to do with him. He was merely Master's disciple. At most... he had called Master Father once.
Yet he simply wanted to verify it himself, even though he still had no idea what would happen if Master truly could have intercourse, or what he himself could do.
Perhaps...
He could become Master's wife!
As their elder, he could order his junior sisters to understand Master anew, believe in Master, and accept Master.
At that thought, Ye Qinghong also shot outside, like a green falcon in the depths of the night.
He cleaved silently through the night sky.
Meanwhile, at Purple Moon Tower in Shadow Moon Convent.
A breathtakingly beautiful woman in a translucent, high-slit black nun's robe walked out of the tower, biting her lip.
Her figure was voluptuous and full.
Like a plump, juicy peach.
Her curves were breathtakingly beautiful; a single glance was enough to send one's heart rippling.
Tonight, Gong Yajun wore flesh-colored stockings. Her slender yet fleshy legs were wrapped in her black robe, appearing and disappearing beneath it.
At that moment, she bit her lip, her face flushed.
She walked out of Purple Moon Tower just like that, her eyes seemingly holding pools of spring water. They looked calm, but were actually rippling incessantly.
After a long day, the moment she had awaited had finally arrived.
Tonight, she would chant sutras for the Demon Venerable, dispel his killing intent, and relieve her own lovesickness.
Being the Abbess of Shadow Moon Convent was all well and good, but with only the green lamp and ancient Buddha for company all day, her heart had long been terribly stifled.
Like parched