"Demon Lord, the night is long and the Evil Qi is unbearable. Shadowy Moon Nunnery excels at dispelling the Evil Qi, and I plead for the Demon Lord to grant me an opportunity. I will certainly exhaust all my efforts to eliminate your swelling and pain..."
Gong Yajun crawled on the ground, her captivating eyes burning with flames of desire, so abject, so intense.
Such a contrast to the proud head of the nunnery she was in front of others, without the slightest resemblance.
The student reflects the teacher.
Just as Huang Fuling had worried before, her mentor, who had always been accompanied by ancient lanterns and Buddhas, seemed calm on the surface but had been enduring in silence for a long time.
Time had not only endowed her with charm but also a profound sense of loneliness...
Just like the earth that has tasted sweet rain, how could it endure a long drought?
