Chapter 39: The Burning Shame that births the pureness of days vermillion Dove.
Within the sect,
The soft afternoon light seeped through the halls of Supreme Holy Peak, casting fragmented patterns upon the polished grounds.
Ling’er, with a cheerful expression, approached the Holy Envoy’s residence.
Her footsteps were measured, yet her heart hammered fiercely within her chest, an unrelenting storm cloaked beneath a fragile veil of calm.
A day had passed since she had knelt before Zhao Fan, offering what she once swore never to yield... her mouth, her dignity folded away like a delicate petal crushed beneath an indifferent foot.
The memory burned hot and cold, searing through her skin with every pulse, a paradox of pain and something far darker, a twisted, aching need.
She can’t help but blush recalling the shame but it is what it is, like the moon to star, she is now connected to him, her Yin garden had already taken the shape of his Yang dragon.
Her cheeks still glowed with the shame of that moment, the heat spreading like wildfire beneath her pale skin. Yet, beneath the blush was a sharper edge, a fierce resentment gnawing at the edges of her soul.
How could she hate him so deeply, the man whose touch invaded her most sacred boundaries, yet find herself unable to escape the tangled web of desire he spun?
She clenched her fists, nails biting into her palms as her mind raced with fractured thoughts.
She came here once again for the shameful demonic dual cultivation, to balance and maintain the harmony of Yin and Yang.