Mo Ke answered with those two words. The Female Emperor trembled and spun around, her eyes filled with fury, only to be met by Mo Ke's serene smile.
Soon, the Female Emperor left, and peace returned to Star-Seizing Temple, fresh and natural, with leaves fluttering and rustling.
The temple master rose from the chessboard and slipped off her cloth shoes with their thick, layered soles. Her delicate, fair feet touched the stone slabs, feeling a slight chill.
She walked through Star-Seizing Temple just like that. Before long, she reached a stream and dipped her beautiful feet into it, letting the water wash over their graceful curves.
Then she looked toward Shadow Moon Convent and formed a hand seal. A moment later, she raised her head.
"Master, did you like the gift I sent you? I truly look forward to meeting you. You wrote The Return of the Condor Heroes for Eldest Senior Sister. I wonder what storybook you might write for me."
Autumn leaves rustled, and the wind was somewhat clamorous.
After sitting for a while, Mo Ke shouldered a hoe and headed toward Back Mountain.
Autumn had arrived. The crops should be ripe.
On the second floor of the Illusory Moon Tower, Fang Yang slowly opened his eyes after a brief period of cultivation. In an instant, everyone's gaze fell on him.
The corners of the Princess Consort of the Southern Pacifying King's lips curled up. Her Phoenix Eyes revealed a crystal-clear stupidity, yet she spoke with utter confidence.
"Well? Is your cultivation progressing too slowly, or can you not understand the art at all? That's perfectly normal, though. After all, not everyone is so exceptionally gifted, nor can everyone be as formidable as this princess consort."
The more she spoke, the smugger she became, immensely proud of