Moonlight flooded the area, the blue robe fluttering.
Ye Qinghong held the Qingying Sword with her lips tightly pursed and a strand of her long blue hair that bound behind her back also carried a touch of defiance.
A gentle breeze blew as she stepped toward the hall, holding the sword firmly in hand.
Her eyes were like cold pools, revealing shivers of ice.
She had just decided to become the Mistress, to pull things back from the brink and save the many junior sisters.
But now, the abbess of the Shadow Moon Nunnery had begun to actively seduce her master.
No matter how you looked at it, the Shadow Moon Nunnery was a major sect within the entire Divine Demon Sect, amongst the best of the best.
She had long suspected that the other party harbored evil intentions, wishing to assassinate her master, but she had never had any proof before.
