"Then why were you looking at your master?"
"Well..."
Ye Qinghong was at a loss, unsure how to answer. Finally, in his desperation, he blurted out.
"Your disciple was a little puzzled. Why did you seem so practiced at putting up my hair, Master...?"
The question slipped out, briefly startling Ye Qinghong. He soon realized that this question was indeed serious and worthwhile, so his cool eyes fixed on Fang Yang without another word.
At the same time, the Princess Consort, Guan Qinghan, and Lian Yue all turned their bright, intent gazes toward him.
The Princess Consort gritted her teeth, inwardly cursing him as a scumbag, a faint murderous intent about her. Clever as she was, she had guessed the answer long ago and only wanted to see how this demon would argue his way out.
Guan Qinghan, meanwhile, had still been pondering how to ally with the Princess Consort and how to stab her in the back afterward. Hearing Ye Qinghong's words, realization dawned on her, and she felt somewhat hurt.
So many people had already passed the Demon Venerable's test, and she alone had not. It seemed she would have to keep working harder.
As for Lian Yue, she was equally puzzled.
After all, as far as she knew, her master had never been capable of intercourse before this and had always loathed women.
Why would he now put up a woman's hair himself, and with such practiced ease?
"..."
Under everyone's scrutiny, even Fang Yang, with his formidable composure, felt a little guilty.
After all...
He had indeed honed his skill at putting up hair through countless trials in his previous life.
After all, given how handsome he had been in his previous life, far too many people had slandered him, claiming he had affairs with their