Heinzel Potter's aura was low.
In his hand, he held a jar of wine, guzzling it down in large gulps after opening the lid, spilling it on his clothes which reeked of alcohol.
The wet garment clung tightly to his chest, subtly revealing his robust muscles, which were irresistibly alluring under the dim light.
"Linda..."
"I've seen it all, why would you do this? Love really can blind a person, you're gradually losing yourself and becoming unrecognizable, a slave to desire."
His voice was hoarse and complex as images of her when he first met her surfaced in his mind, struggling internally with unbearable pain.
Linda Calvin finished bathing, dressed in thin garments, her long hair casually draped over her shoulders.
She walked up to him, crouched down, took the wine jar from him, and her slender fingers caressed his gentle-looking face.
"I absolutely won't allow my disciple to indulge in love, he is destined for greatness, love will only become the chains that bind him."
