Chapter 11: Thank You for Your Thoughtful Feedback!
Inside the lodge, Lordi Payne felt like he was suffocating!
Outside, Kinson Wexford was equally anxious. Why wasn't Senior Sister saying anything?
Was she too absorbed in studying the jade slip, or was she simply ignoring him?
At this moment, his hatred for Lordi Payne deepened even further.
After all, in Kinson Wexford's mind, the only recent thing that could have brought Senior Sister displeasure was the fact that he, a proud inner disciple, one of the bloodline lords in the Abyss Pit Sect, had been stolen lead in the hunt for Woods Tinshee.
No doubt, when Lordi Payne had brought the relic to Senior Sister, she had grown even more convinced that I was a useless fool.
Without Fairy Lith's permission, Kinson Wexford didn't dare to leave on his own. But the thought of Lordi Payne not only embarrassing him in front of Senior Sister but also sneaking into his room to cultivate—how could he let such a person escape?
He hesitated, torn between staying and leaving, when suddenly a familiar voice, icy as a winter gale and laced with rare fury, shattered the silence: "FUCK OFF!"
Even though Kinson Wexford had kept his distance from the lodge out of fear of the skull wind chime, that thunderous command sent a jolt through his qi and blood, leaving his dantian churning. Steadying his rattled nerves, he bowed his head and replied, "Aye. I'll return shortly."
Inside the lodge, Lordi Payne stood as stiff as a statue as he watched Fairy Lith slowly sit up from the cloud bed. Her dress had been torn to shreds by the system-controlled Lordi Payne, leaving her completely naked. Now, she sat utterly bare, her flawless skin glistening like polished ice beneath the dim light, her jade-like frame adorned with the faint. The cloud bed beneath her bore telltale stains—scattered droplets of vivid red, stark against the pale sheets. The scene was breathtaking. Her innocent beauty, unyielding arrogance clashed with an almost lustful atmosphere, weaving an aura that was both divine and profane, like a fallen goddess radiating an allure that could steal the breath of immortals.
Yet, Fairy Lith's face was a mask of icy frost, her almond-shaped eyes ablaze with a fury so intense it seemed to ignite the very air. She fixed Lordi Payne with a stare so piercing it could've carved through stone, her wrath a palpable force pressing down on the room.