Hong Jiuling didn't want to look.
However, he was bound in place by Ye Wu, unable to move even his eyelids.
"Release me," Hong Jiuling shouted loudly, "Do you think this will accomplish anything? Ye Wu, don't be naive."
Ye Wu ignored him.
She picked up a Jade Bottle, letting the thick honey slowly drip into a glass of water, and the sweet aroma wafted, directly reaching Hong Jiuling's nose.
Hong Jiuling couldn't control his body's instincts, he subconsciously inhaled.
"Do as I say. This table is yours," Ye Wu arched an eyebrow.
Hong Jiuling gritted his teeth robustly.
He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would agree.
"Actually, it's like this," Ye Wu said slowly, "You know, I'm the master of this palace. Everyone here is under my control. I can directly manipulate you to do anything. Either you do as I say and clean the Divine Soul Hall, or I'll make you perform a strip dance. Your choice."
