"Elder...." Bai Mingwei was resistant, but she didn't dare to move.
She soon felt the hand slip silently inside her collar and begin to toy with the sensitive parts of her body....
An hour later...
Bai Mingwei collapsed limply onto the leather chair. After putting her clothes back on, she stumbled out of the hall.
She had never imagined that coming to report on the Good Heart Sect's recent major developments would end with her being accosted and toyed with by an elder.
The repression and rage in her heart made her want to go back and vent her frustrations on some lower-level Original Bloods.
As for the roster? What roster?
She had already forgotten the thing she had treasured so dearly just an hour ago.
After she left, the elder with short, white hair reappeared at the edge of the hall. He held the roster Bai Mingwei had brought, a faint smile on his lips. He rubbed his fingers together.
