Under everyone's gaze, Gong Yajun wagged her tail and begged for favor just like that, the seductive allure in her eyes almost spilling out.
Fang Yang's Formless Demon Body had already activated. His eyes were scarlet, and the agitation within him was unbearable. Gong Yajun had clearly stirred him up.
Yet even so, his gaze only grew colder and more shadowy, his pupils radiating a piercing chill, like an abyss.
From above, he simply stared down at Gong Yajun.
"What are you to me?"
Gong Yajun's heart trembled. Inexplicably frightened, she bit her crimson lip and said,
"A... a slave!"
"Since you are the lowliest of slaves, you have forfeited your personhood and your dignity. You must obey your master's every command."
"But now, who allowed you to appear here without my permission?"
Each cold, ruthless word rang out with weight, carrying an icy murderous intent.
Fang Yang reached out, his broad hand closing directly around Gong Yajun's neck, and lifted her up.
In truth, he did not trust this Abbess all that much yet. The last time she had appeared on the Blood Rain Cult's Back Mountain, she had intended to turn him into a puppet.
And now she had grown outrageously bold, suddenly emerging to interrupt without his permission while he risked a secret meeting with the Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess.
Had he not relied on sufficient wisdom to gradually win over this Heavenly Demon Sect Saintess based on the diary,
Gong Yajun's sudden appearance might truly have brought all his previous efforts to ruin and plunged him into danger. That was absolutely unacceptable to him.
More importantly, although Gong Yajun appeared submissive on the surface, looking as though she would sacrifice herself for him body and soul,
with the Profound Heaven Strategy's keen perception, he could clearly