Before anyone around them could react, they saw that Fang Yang and the Hehuan Sect Master's Wife had already disappeared into the mist.
The mist carried a delicate fragrance, yet it made their hair stand on end, and they all backed away.
The Hehuan Sect Master, who had been utterly grief-stricken, immediately widened his eyes in wild delight.
He realized that this had all been his wife's plan.
Meanwhile, within the mist, the Sect Master's Wife watched Fang Yang, his eyes tightly shut, enveloped by the fragrance of the Soul Bewitching Incense and the mist.
She bit her lip, her soft, pink skin trembling slightly as she gently slipped off her clothes.
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Chapter 160: The Demon Venerable Is My Husband
Peach Billows surged, and pink mist spread.
On the plaza of the Shadow Moon Convent.
Fang Yang and the Sect Master's Wife had long since vanished, both enveloped in the mist.
The Hehuan Sect Master was overwhelmed with excitement, an exuberant light flashing in his eyes.
Yes, this was exactly how it should be.
He had painstakingly searched out the Soul Bewitching Incense. Its power was boundless, and now the demon was certain to die.
Shing!
Ye Qinghong drew his sword and rose, his dark hair flying freely behind him, his gaze growing much sharper.
Lian Yue bit her lip as she watched, her gaze wavering with inner conflict, somewhat hesitant.
In truth, she hated the demon more than anyone and wished he would die right now. Yet she also knew very well that, given her master's strength, this billowing pink fog could never kill him.
Watching Eldest Senior Sister's desperate resolve, she recalled her master's handsome, cold face on