Chapter 19: The holy eyes witnessing the unholy act.
The immortal master floated behind Zhao.
Every word Zhao had spoken still echoed in her soul.
This Ye Chen shall witness.
She dared not look at Ye Chen, and yet... she did, over and over only to witness his face; bloodshot, confused, twisted.
"Is that guilt...? Or... excitement?"
She, too, felt heat she had no right to feel.
A righteous immortal, refined by three thousand years of Dao comprehension... now being led like a common bedchamber girl, her name already woven into Young Master Zhao's script as alesson for another man.
She tried to remain composed.
But why did her heart skip every time Zhao glanced back?
Why did her Dao Heart tremble with anticipation, not rejection?
Could it be that she doesn't hate it?