In the courtyard.
Hidden in the shadows, Rosso was currently crouched on a maple tree.
He glanced down at the Primal Heaven Sect female disciple's robes he was wearing, his escape route already planned. He snapped his fingers, and a black cloak materialized over his body.
He raised his hands and pulled up the cloak's hood. He also wrapped a black cloth around his face, leaving only his eyes exposed.
'This way, no one should be able to recognize me when I make my move.'
With that thought, Rosso casually hung his phone in the air next to a branch and started recording.
At that moment, not far ahead of him and to his left, beneath a tree, were none other than the Primal Heaven Sect's Junior Martial Uncle and Jocelyn Grant. The two of them were currently wrapped in each other's arms, tumbling together, lost in their passion.
"Oh, Sean~"
"Sean… I like you so much."
"I like you, too."
"Let's cultivate together!"
