The autumn rain fell relentlessly as Ji Lingyue, lifting the hem of her robe, ascended the damp stone steps, her gaze settling on two figures seated in a pavilion not far off. “Yuan Zhen.” The man didn’t respond, but the short attendant beside him turned his head, glanced at Ji Lingyue, and whispered something into Yuan Zhen’s ear. After a…
Sexual content warning. When they returned to their residence, the sky was already turning light. Ji Lingyue walked ahead, holding Lan Wu’s hand. “Should we go and test Chu Jiao?” “It’s best to leave that to the sect leaders,” Lan Wu said, recalling the expressions of the sect leaders earlier. She sighed, “As expected, even knowing about the hatred between…
As the silence of the night deepened, footsteps echoed outside the door. Lan Yuan closed her eyes, silently counting. When the footsteps faded away, she flipped over and quietly crept towards the door. She pulled open the latch, looked left and right, and, seeing no one, relaxed. Just as she was about to step out, her robe was tugged from…
Lan Wu clenched her fists, her eyes red as she stared at the black-clad figures outside the barrier. “Bastards…” She staggered to her feet, walking towards them. “You damn bastard!” Suddenly, a loud crash made Lan Wu flinch. She looked around and saw that a hole had been torn in the barrier. The jade-masked figures scrambled to escape. Lan Wu…
Lan Wu, just emerging from the passage and climbed onto the ground when a dark figure suddenly crashed down at her feet. Startled, she looked down and saw a man with a mask covering his face. She reached out and yanked it off. A face as withered as tree bark stared back at her. Though not her first time witnessing…