"Then I must admire you, Female Emperor. But since you speak with such lofty righteousness, why did you dress as a woman to welcome me? Is that not a kind of affection?"
At that thought, Fang Yang's gaze grew a little deeper. With a wave of his hand, a cup of tea landed neatly in his palm, still giving off the faint fragrance of Cloudmist Tea.
Master and disciple exchanged questions and answers in rather relaxed tones, as though they were simply chatting.
Buzz!
The Azure Shadow Sword instantly trembled, radiating waves of terrifying killing intent. Ye Qinghong's gaze sharpened, his cold-pool eyes turning toward the Empress Dowager.
"..."
"Remember, I only flatter you because I have difficulties I cannot speak of. That does not mean I will always welcome you so respectfully."
Thus, it looked rather interesting.
"Eldest Senior Sister, you're not joking, are you?"
His second disciple truly was unfathomable, lost amid clouds and mist, as though shrouded in a layer of fog that made her impossible to see through.
"The former Master has already died, been reborn from nirvana, and thoroughly repented of his past mistakes. Isn't that what Master told Eldest Senior Sister? Or was something wrong?"
She still gazed at Fang Yang with such infatuation, as though looking at the love of her life.
When that time came, no one would be able to stop the great calamity from arriving.
Mo Ke looked blankly at Ye Qinghong, her expression puzzled, seemingly unable to understand.
"I see. I've already swallowed this one. Even if I returned an identical one, you wouldn't agree to that either, would you, Senior Sister?"
Only Ye Qinghong's gaze remained calm, his expression utterly unruffled, as though he had done the simplest thing imaginable.
Mo Ke froze for a moment, seemingly not