Speaking to this point, Yuan Heng was brimming with confidence, feeling as if he had come up with an excellent idea.
The abbess would certainly be overjoyed and reward him handsomely, maybe even appointing him as a protector of the convent.
From then on, he could truly be worthy of Huang Fuling.
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became, his spirit soaring as if he could already see through the curtain the abbess's admiring and favoring gaze.
However... behind the curtain.
Gong Yajun's eyes were icy, her Dharma image subtly transforming behind her.
She could hardly wait to just crush the other party to death.
In just a short amount of time, the other party had already violated three of her bottom lines.
One: Stupid and ugly!
Two: Wanting to assassinate the Demon Lord.
Three: Even inciting her to send another female disciple to serve the Demon Lord.
What kind of suicidal act was this?
