Her skin was white as snow, and her peach-blossom eyes held a faint serenity, as though she held nothing in any regard.
Although Gong Yajun and Huang Fuling appeared to be Buddhist disciples, supremely holy, eating vegetarian meals and chanting scriptures every day, what they actually cultivated was the Joyful Bodhisattva.
As for the others, staying outside was fine too. It would spare them another battlefield of hidden blades and clashing swords.
Meeting her master's imposing gaze, Huang Fuling paused, then quickly guessed his thoughts and smiled sweetly.
At last, the corners of Fang Yang's mouth lifted slightly, a playful look taking shape on his face. In truth, he had deliberately been teasing his disciple just now.
The Shadow Moon Convent stood amid the mountain wilderness, where many precious herbs were planted. Autumn had arrived, all things withered, and fallen blossoms carpeted the mountains.
Huang Fuling remained as respectful as ever, but her gaze was exceptionally wary. Even before her own master, she would not yield a single step.
Expressionless, he waved his hand.
They deserved to have their master.
Unlike her, who had constantly sought revenge against him. Her master had long since seen all of this, and probably still harbored deep wariness toward her, so why would he give her anything?
She had brought this upon herself!
But why did her chest still ache so much?
Lian Yue felt angry and forlorn. At some point, deep loneliness had crept into her peach-blossom eyes.
Chapter 203: Hua Lian Yue's Sacrifice Once More!
The fierce wind howled, gust after gust sweeping past the Black Jade Flying Carriage.
Lian Yue kept following the Flying Carriage, standing beside it.
Her gaze was blank, and waves of pain came from her chest.
The scenes that had unfolded in that dark cave resurfaced