"Eleven years as your disciple-whatever your motives, you deserve much of the credit for the position I hold in Spirit Hall today, Teacher."
Meeting Bibi Dong's gaze, Lin Qian bent at the waist and bowed, giving their eleven years as master and disciple their due, and paying her his final respects.
He was no great philanthropist who forgave everything. Even if she truly had no control and had been forced into it, she had still chosen to do this. She could hardly blame him for abandoning all rules of honorable combat.
Bibi Dong was not particularly tall. Today, she wore no brilliant golden gown, only a light, sheer everyday garment. Her twin peaks stood proud, her exaggerated curves seized the eye, and her wine-red hair spilled loose. All the beautiful words in the world were insufficient to describe this woman. Time had left not a single mark on her; she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Coupled with her lofty, unattainable status as Empress, her peerless beauty took on an added air of mystery, making one impatient to explore its depths.
No longer regarding her as his revered master, Lin Qian's mindset changed as well, and he looked her over without restraint.
Bibi Dong was quite something herself. Faced with this aggressive, disrespectful gaze, she showed no anger whatsoever, allowing him to look as brazenly as he pleased and laying all her secrets and assets bare.
After receiving the Rakshasa God's notification and deciding to kill him, she had undoubtedly felt sorrow. It was not merely the deity's ruthlessness in demanding that she kill her own disciple, but also a certain feeling in her heart that she would once again have to bury with her own hands.
Her breakup with Yu Xiaogang back then had stemmed from Qian Xunji forcibly tearing them apart,