The moon shone bright, stars sparse, and the night veiled low.
At Xiyue Peak, in the boudoir belonging solely to Senior Sister Ye Xiyue, Junior Martial Uncle Wei Shouyuan suddenly barged in, a hideous smile on his ugly horse-like face.
His gaze wandered over the curves of the Fairy's graceful body, all semblance of daytime maturity and restraint gone from his eyes, which were filled with unmistakable desire.
"Hehe, Xiyue, have you really dual cultivated with Zheng Shengmo?"
Jian Yue smirked, "Junior Martial Uncle Wei, coming to my room so late just to ask such shameless questions?"
Wei Shouyuan stepped forward, spiritual energy surged from his body, and a powerful pressure bore down upon Jian Yue:
"You and Zheng Shengmo ignore hierarchy, clandestinely consorting, believe it or not, I'll drag you to Deputy Sect Leader and expose your disgraceful deeds, making the Fairy of this world fall from grace!"
