Most importantly, neither of them had an ordinary identity. One was Great Tang's Imperial Preceptor, who plotted across the world; the other was the God-Shocking Sword, decisive in slaughter.
Yet now, both their hearts were tangled like hemp, layers of rosy clouds staining their faces as they kept thinking about their master.
Their cool, jade-like skin trembled faintly.
Unusual lights flickered through their beautiful eyes, as though they were considering something.
Mo Ke was, after all, the Heavenly Calculation Heir, and placed the greatest importance on her state of mind.
Although she was still affected by those inexplicably rising emotions, she was nevertheless the quickest to regain her composure.
Taking a deep breath and lightly biting her lip, she walked toward her eldest senior sister, one step at a time.
Splash, splash. The sounds of lake water rang out, so piercing here on the Back Mountain.
Ye Qinghong's glazed sword heart had long since shattered. Now, his mind was filled with the indecent scenes of his fourth junior sister and his master.
Then he thought of himself, even quite consciously placing himself within those scenes.
Just as he was immersed in that shameful sensation, he heard the flowing lake water. His eyes snapped open, sharpness flashing through his cool gaze as he drew his sword to slash.
But when he saw who stood before him, he froze briefly, then instantly recalled his sword qi.
The Clear Shadow Sword returned to his back as well, and he looked at Mo Ke in bewilderment.
"Second Junior Sister, why are you here?"
"For the same reason you are here, Senior Sister."
"..."
Those words left Ye Qinghong somewhat dazed. Looking at his second junior sister, he could see the layers of rosy clouds staining her face.
It was autumn now, and the lake