Although suspicious in her heart, Ye Lingyue still exhibited a face full of apology on the surface, offering her apologies.
"No harm done. The little beast under Ye's control is truly rare indeed," General Zhang said, his eyes flashing with greed.
Ye Lingyue took note of the changes in his expression.
After the banquet, using the excuse of being overwhelmed by alcohol, Ye Lingyue left her seat early.
Deep into the night, within the alchemist's mansion, in Ye Lingyue's room.
Outside the room, the night wind carried a hint of chill, and a figure quietly entered the room.
On the bed, the bedding bulged, outlining the shape of a person.
"That ignorant wretch dares to lay hands on someone from my Jin Wu Sect." The person was clearly General Zhang, but at this moment, his entire face radiated a strange red glow.
He sneered menacingly and lifted his palm, channeling the primordial power within his body and striking the bed.
