The dining table was set in a heavy, suffocating silence.
Yue Yue sat in the middle, staring intently at her bowl as if the grains of rice held the secrets of the universe.
To her left, Han Soi sat rigid, his expression grim.
To her right, Feng Yansheng lounged with an air of effortless grace, looking more like a satisfied predator than a holy man.
The temple servants stood in the back, their eyes wide and their mouths nearly hanging open.
Was this truly the High Priest? The man they knew was cold, distant, and touched by the divine. He was a man who barely acknowledged the existence of others.
Yet, here he was, leaning toward a female with a gaze so heated it could melt stone. They felt as if their master had been swapped with a mischievous, seductive demon.
Feng Yansheng completely ignored his servants' shock. He had a new goal, and it involved making Han Soi's life as difficult as possible while charming Yue Yue.
