What should he do next? After all, he had just committed the outrageous offense of knocking his master unconscious, then forcibly dragged him into the cave, intending to have his way with him.
But now his master had woken up early and surely knew what he had done. How was he supposed to face his master?
Ye Qinghong's thoughts were a tangled mess, his head swimming.
He had always been as cold as frost, but now he felt as though his brain was about to burn up.
All he could do was foolishly close his eyes and pretend to sleep.
He still clutched the Clear Shadow Sword tightly, pondering a countermeasure, at a loss for what to do.
Heaven's will was hard to defy. This was clearly heaven's will. Who could have imagined such an accident would happen?
Could it be...
Even heaven thought that what he and his master were doing violated morality, and had therefore sent down punishment to teach him a harsh lesson?
Ye Qinghong's gaze dimmed, and he pressed his lips together again, his stubborn heart feeling more than a little unwilling to accept this.
Soon, he took a deep breath, concealed every trace of his presence, and walked toward Fang Yang with the Clear Shadow Sword in hand, his eyes resolute. He had already made his decision.
He had once told his Fourth Junior Sister.
If he could not change the storybook's ending, he would take his sword and threaten the damned author. If the damned author refused to change it, he would chop his head off with one stroke.
And now, this so-called fate was even more ethereal and traceless.
How could it possibly defeat him?
His master's fate lay with him, not heaven!
So...
He planned to take advantage of his master's distraction