"Yueqiu…"
Pei Yuhang listened as his disciple enumerated his romantic sins, a look of pain flashing across his face.
"You… Stop talking."
"Master isn't denying it. Does that mean Yueqiu was right about everything?"
Qing Yueqiu stepped forward and took out a handkerchief, dabbing at the front of Pei Yuhang's robes where the tea had just spilled.
"Master is such a philanderer. You can't keep your hands off any beauty near you. You have to sneak them all into your collection behind the Mistress's back."
"It's not like that… I didn't want this either."
The shame and guilt in Pei Yuhang's heart were overwhelming. He felt he was no longer worthy of being Qing Yueqiu's master.
Qing Yueqiu looked up and asked, "So what you mean, Master, is that you were forced?"
"Were you threatened by power and wealth, forced to sell your body? Or is it that… as long as someone offers a treasure, they can buy a night of passion with you, the great Sword Immortal?"
