"Fuling was too careless, losing her silk stockings while she was out."
"Also, this green bruise, it must be from when she was struck by that devil during the day, stripping away the Three Flowers atop her head, and bumped against something when she was flung down from Demon Lord's Pavilion,"
"He and I are irreconcilable enemies."
Yuan Heng gnashed his teeth, his face full of anger.
He stormed back into his room, seething with indignation.
Until...
In the dead of night, a barely audible cawing of wild crows came from the courtyard.
The doors of two rooms opened at the same time.
Huang Fuling and Yuan Heng dashed out from their houses and flew towards the base of the mountain.
Not much time passed before they reached a cave halfway up the mountain.
The cave was lit by candles.
A gust of wind blew through, causing the candle flames to flicker and dance, their light uncertain.
There was also a person standing in the cave.
She was dressed in a black robe and wore a mask.
