With that, she turned to walk away, intending to silently leave the grand hall, to exit the courtyard.
Before leaving, she took one last look at the still curvaceous and charming Gong Yajun, inwardly cursing her shamelessness.
Despite her age and prestigious status as the master of the Shadow Moon Hermitage, she was still willing to meet privately with the Demon Lord, kneeling before him like a slave.
It was truly… a disgrace!
If anyone should kneel, it should be a disciple like her. For a disciple to kneel before their master was only right and proper.
Just as she was about to leave, an indifferent voice rang out from behind her.
"Lianyue, as a disciple who hasn't returned for two years, how could you see your master and not perform the proper rites?"
As he spoke, he flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind swept past, automatically activating the Formless Demon Body.
In a whirl of the world, he directly pulled Hua Lianyue into his embrace, his gaze cold, his eyes deep.
