Two days later.
Several large ferries left the harbor outside the city one after another.
On the top deck of the Northern Darkness Sect's tower ship, Empress Dowager Guo and Bu Yuehua discussed methods of the Martial Dao on the terrace, presenting quite the picture of a kind master and a devoted disciple.
In a second-floor guest room, Nangong Ye sat by the window with his knees in his arms. Still unrecovered from his social death, he had essentially refused to see anyone for the past two days. Only Coal Ball stood before him, hopping about in an attempt to attract his attention.
But Nangong Ye was not the only person aboard too ashamed to face anyone, consumed by remorse and self-reproach.
In another room nearby, Ye Yunchi sat before the dressing table with her forehead in her hand. Her manner had regained its former modest serenity and gentleness, but her cheeks were red enough to drip blood. Her embroidered shoes arched slightly against the floor, as though she wanted to dig a hole and bury herself right then.
As time passed, the mating urge stimulated by the Seven Emotions Pill gradually faded. Ye Yunchi's head cleared considerably, but her heart demon had not dissipated with it.
After all, what she had done over the past few days had been utterly improper!
Ye Yunchi could not understand why, despite knowing it violated propriety, she had gone as though possessed to get intimate with a man-and more than once. First she had pinned Xie Jinhuan down and taken liberties with him, then she had gone drinking and dirtied that youngster's fingers.
Nor had she settled down over the following two days. She would barely return and compose herself before she could no longer restrain herself, always wanting to find Xie Jinhuan,