"Master, you are the head of the sect, how can you maintain such a demeanor?"
"And you are the chief of the sect, forgetting your master just for a man, it truly makes me heartbroken as your teacher..."
"..."
Ling Ningzhi, seeing no way to reason, simply snuggled into Chen Mo's embrace. The two of them, one on the left and one on the right, tightly held onto him, unwilling to let go.
Chen Mo was caught in the middle, feeling weak, pitiful, and helpless.
Last time it was a bowl of rice, this time it's a sandwich, it's truly life-threatening...
If the Empress saw this scene, wouldn't she skin him alive?
Fortunately, Ji Hongxiu didn't do anything more. As the Dao pattern gradually calmed, she meditated to stabilize her damaged Divine Soul.
Meanwhile, Ling Ningzhi hadn't rested well these past two days and just now was heavily tormented. A wave of fatigue hit her, her eyelids felt heavy, and she soon fell asleep.
The atmosphere fell into silence.
"..."
