The entire palace, bathed in the afterglow, was tinged with a crimson hue.
Night had fallen.
The sounds within the room seemed to have quieted for a while.
However, before long, ambiguous noises resumed.
Continuing on into the deep of night.
The Maids had never seen such a scene before.
They began to worry—so, what should they do?
All they had ever cleaned up were corpses and debris; they had no idea what to do after the spring breeze had passed.
Prepare the male pet's body for disposal?
Or... should they brew some ginseng soup for the male pet to replenish his drained body?
Well, in the impression of the Maids, their household's fierce Sect Hierarch was the type who could last long, even in the matters of the bedchamber.
In the end, the one to be exhausted to death would not be the Sect Hierarch, but that male pet, Xiao Yu.
The following morning.
The Demon Palace's gates were firmly closed.
Inside the room, there was no sound at all.
All was silent.
