On the couch lay an identical face; Tongxuan smiled in exactly the same way and said, "Why be so polite?"
Chen Yi drew in a deep breath.
He really was in no state to be polite.
His emotions could not be reined in; Zhou Yitang silently stepped into them, and her Heart Demon rose from the couch, layer after layer of Yun Shang slipping from her body.
It just so happened she had only one hand; to loosen robes and untie sashes, she needed someone to wait upon her.
Night deepened; the tree crowns outside the window looked fuller, silently lifted by the wind, the moonlight gliding over the tips of the forest and meeting Chen Yi.
At this moment he had two masters before his eyes, their authority like mountains; but though rivers and mountains may change, nature is hard to alter. As a rebellious disciple, Chen Yi now could only bully two masters and wipe out two ancestors.
For a time, he knew no fatigue.
