Whoosh~
Qi circulated inside the carriage, and an unknown amount of time passed.
Nangong Ye was almost at his limit. Sensing the Yin Coldness suddenly stir, he hurriedly guided his Qi to lock it down...
As the Qi of utmost yin and cold poured into his Qi Meridians, the flames that had been consuming his body subsided almost instantly, entering a quiet period. Their next eruption would probably not come until noon tomorrow, when yang was at its strongest...
The carriage was utterly silent.
Nangong Ye suppressed the Yang Poison, and his mind cleared with it. The burning sensation faded from his body, but a sense of moral transgression rose in his heart, tormenting him like a raging fire.
What have I done...?
The venerable patriarch of the Cinnabar Cauldron Sect, the master of Purple Emblem Mountain whose name resounded north and south of the great river, had actually, just to preserve his life...
How am I to face my disciple and my fellow cultivators of the righteous path from now on...?
Realizing his hand was dirty, Nangong Ye regained a little clarity and moved to wipe it on the power bank as though recoiling from snakes and scorpions...
"Hey! Don't, don't... don't move!"
A clear voice sounded beside him, then his wrist was caught, and a silk handkerchief was used to wipe his hand.
Swish, swish~
Nangong Ye turned his palm over. With his eyes covered by black cloth and his phoenix eyes tightly shut, he resembled a jade-faced Guanyin who had severed all desire, holding a pure jade vase.
But faint distaste and shame plainly colored his fair cheeks, and even his breathing trembled slightly.
Still, things had come to this. Nothing he said would help now...
*Getting my hand dirty was only to avoid an even more