Clearly, the noble and mighty High Priestess didn't anticipate this, so she was completely frozen there.
As for Fu Ling and the Old Master, they aren't truly one of us, are they? They have sincerity but lack courage, and were scared stiff.
In contrast, Ye Zixu, Gong Jiu, and the real ones of our own all stood up instantly, drawing their swords.
Suddenly, a force compelled them back into their sheaths.
Amidst the clashing sounds.
The one who intervened wasn't Sui Yi.
Gu Sansi and Mo Ke exchanged fleeting glances.
It was a despairing, profound kiss, reckless, irrespective of others, almost mad and resentful..... Ye Zui suddenly halted, drawing his lips away from the tender, water-like skin, dimming the seductive allure that left mouths dry and minds stunned.
Why did he stop?
Because Sui Yi was still able to drink the remaining wine from the crimson stream entwined on her jade fingers.
