Within the White Jade Flyer, Fang Yang was smiling, one hand pressed on top of Situ Danyue's head.
He was so domineering, so merciless, emanating an icy coldness that one couldn't refuse, involuntarily sending shivers down the spine.
Situ Danyue had been resisting, clenching her teeth, her eyes filled with stubborn defiance.
This was her master, that incredibly cold-hearted master who loved to mould his own disciple. Although he had been cruel in the past, he had never harbored improper thoughts towards his disciple. She had once been puzzled by this, thinking her master maintained the most basic principles and would not disregard morality.
But now she realized she was wrong, terribly wrong. Her master had always been lustful, otherwise he would not be known by the name Lust Emperor.
The reason he had not laid hands on them before might have been simply because they were too young and the master did not like the young, because he wouldn't be able to whip them at will.
