In the dim and vast Saintess Hall, the only sound was the crackle of ghostly flames, their flickering light casting eerie shadows on the stone walls.
In the center of the hall, countless members of the Red Lotus Guard had been waiting for a long time. They were all kneeling on one knee, heads bowed, like a wolf pack awaiting the alpha's command.
Fan Ya watched a tall figure in practical attire walk in. Her eyes lingered for a moment on the woman's slightly weak and trembling legs, and she said softly,
"Miss Jiu, have you found yourself a lover in the Dao Sect recently?"
"Piss off... I just sustained some internal injuries from my cultivation."
Jiu snorted impatiently and walked straight past Fan Ya.
Fan Ya wasn't angered by the curse. She calmly followed behind Jiu and said, "Since you're not feeling well, Miss Jiu, I'll take charge of the upcoming work."
