This was the filial devotion she offered her master.
After all, her master was her father.
In the Female Emperor's Bedchamber, the candles had long since gone out.
Before the Cold Jade Bed, Fang Yang stood in black robes, his gaze profound and his bearing refreshed, as though all his earlier viciousness had been swept away.
The healing session had not only benefited his disciple greatly, but had also brought him considerable gains. Ever since arriving in Kyoto, his killing intent had been especially dense; this time, he had finally managed to relieve a little of it.
Most importantly, those five cultivation techniques truly came from the Ancient Hehuan Sect and were quite profound.
Now, just a little practice had brought an enormous improvement to his cultivation realm. This was a rare blessing indeed, and before him...
Lian Yue had already sat up as well.
Her willow-leaf brows furrowed slightly, and her peach eyes held a faint sensuality and reproach. She seemed somewhat tired.
Her master's treatment had been truly arduous, lasting more than two hours. Astral winds had howled, and the many blossoms outside the door had long since shattered beneath the autumn wind, falling one after another.
But she had to admit that his treatment was quite effective. When she had first entered the Female Emperor's private chamber, she had still been extremely weak, her face pale and her foundation on the verge of shattering.
To put it bluntly, she had been a lamp with its oil exhausted, liable to perish at any moment. Yet under such circumstances, a little intervention from her master had greatly improved his injuries, and her strength even seemed to have increased slightly. Most crucially, the Red Dust Gu within her was circulating furiously, seemingly having absorbed its fill of red dust