She looked down and sneered, "Finished with your exertions, Pavilion Master? I'm surprised you can even get up."
"Heh... why don't you come and find out for yourself, Your Highness?"
That 'thing' of his regained its vigor, even twitching upward.
Ye Wushuang grabbed her hand, intending to make her "test" it.
Sang Luo violently flung his hand away, a vein throbbing at her temple. Her face flushed red with shame and fury. "Have some self-respect, Pavilion Master! Don't you forget what you promised me!"
Ye Wushuang chuckled, then donned a dark gold outer robe, neatly concealing his debauched air. A cyan Glazed Bottle appeared in his palm, carved with intricate patterns. A faint red light flickered within it. Looking closely, one could see a translucent, flower-like energy Curse Seal floating inside.
