"Please punish me, Senior," Ning Cheng didn't even ask for a reason. Facing Xuan Yu Fei Zi, if she wanted to kill him, whether he was right or wrong, he would still die.
At this moment, Ning Cheng's heart filled even more with longing for power. Without strength, one is indeed pitiable, with not even a chance to resist.
"If I wanted to punish you, you would have been dead long ago. Come in," Xuan Yu Fei Zi's voice came through, sounding increasingly pleasant.
Ning Cheng and Jing Wuming entered the palace with extreme caution, greeted by a faint fragrance. They even wished they could instantly find a bed to lie down on, then close their eyes and think of nothing at all.
However, remembering that this place belonged to Xuan Yu Fei Zi, Ning Cheng and Jing Wuming lost any such thoughts.
The two of them kept walking through the palace, passing a winding path of crushed stone amidst a sea of flowers, until they arrived in front of a simple pink wooden house.
