"Who goes there? How dare you trespass into Shadow Moon Convent!"
"This Princess Consort is the Demon Venerable's mistress, here to tear that scumbag apart with my bare hands!"
Han Lingxuan's voice was icy, her teeth seemingly clenched in fury, and she soon, very soon, passed through the mountain gates.
Watching that proud figure, the female disciple of Shadow Moon Convent froze, looking rather bewildered.
"Since when did even a mistress become so arrogant?"
As she murmured, a handsome, imposing figure soon flashed through her mind.
Otherworldly and elegant, aloof and handsome.
Then she bit her lip and tightened her grip on her prayer beads, her gaze growing considerably more dreamy.
"Being the Demon Venerable's mistress... does seem to give her the right to be that arrogant."
On the Flying Carriage, the little maid hugged her basket, looking at the mountain gates just a stone's throw away, as though she could already see the Demon Venerable.
For some reason, she actually felt a little nervous.
Her almond-shaped eyes lowered, she gently clutched the hem of her clothes. After a long while, she cautiously touched the wooden hairpin atop her head.
Feeling the warmth of that crude wooden hairpin, she finally relaxed a little, dimples rippling across her little face, making her look quite adorable.
But soon, she noticed the nuns inside Shadow Moon Convent, each with a graceful figure, dressed in silk robes dyed black.
At that moment, most of these nuns were kneeling in worship before the Buddha, incense planted before them, looking devout.
But many had pictures printed on their robes, depicting an austere, indifferent man.
It was none other than the Demon Venerable!
And these nuns of Shadow Moon Convent would gently stroke the Demon Venerable's face from time to time.
Clearly, they all adored the Demon