My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult

Chapter 213: Chapter 213 The Demon Sect Hierarch Raises an Outside Pet

Looking at Tan Yun sprawled on the ground, wailing and weeping, An Jing felt a mix of irritation and amusement.

In her memory, An Jing had perished in Yu State City long ago; suddenly appearing at Dongluo Pass, if not a ghost, then what was he?

With this thought, An Jing couldn’t help but want to tease Tan Yun a bit.

With an expressionless face, An Jing coldly asked, “Tan Yun, tell me honestly, have you done anything to betray me?”

Tan Yun hurriedly raised three fingers, her teeth clenched as she said, “No… no, I, Tan Yun, swear to the heavens, I’ve absolutely never done anything to wrong you, my lord.”

An Jing raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

When Tan Yun saw those eyes, she immediately said in a low voice, “Besides sneaking some of the pastries you bought and taking some of your herbs…”

“Anything else?”

“The clothes that were torn by Little Blackie, it wasn’t him, I just scrubbed too hard. And your tea leaves, I knocked them over, then I secretly swept them up and put them back, and there’s also…”

Sitting on the ground, Tan Yun sobbed as she spilled her confessions like pouring beans, “There are many other things I can’t even remember. No matter how you press me, I just can’t recall.”

Upon hearing this, An Jing’s amusement had long disappeared, replaced by sheer frustration, “I died so miserably, and I still lack a maid in the afterlife, so I must take you with me today.”

With her tears falling like rain, Tan Yun pleaded, “Whimper whimper, my lord, I was wrong, can you not take me away? I still need to rescue my master. Let me ask the Sect Hierarch to save her, and then I will go with you.”

“Hahahaha!”

Seeing this, An Jing could no longer contain his laughter.

Why would a Second Grade expert be so silly?!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was normal. It was understandable that his wife and Zhao Qingmei could fool him with their wits, and the fact that Tan Yun could fool him was purely because of her naivety.

It was hard for anyone to imagine that the Guardian of the Demon Sect’s Human Sect could be so brainlessly gullible.

“My lord, you… you….”

Tan Yun shuffled backward a few steps, “Are you human or ghost?”

An Jing laughed, “You tell me, do I look like a human or a ghost?”

“So you’re not a ghost!”

A flash of realization overcame Tan Yun, and she glared at An Jing angrily, “You tricked me?”

The Sect Hierarch, Jiang Shang, had killed her lord; how could he possibly be alive?

In Jianghu, some masters were extremely skilled at disguise. It wasn’t impossible for them to masquerade as An Jing, but this was the Sect Hierarch’s private residence, and the Sect Hierarch was much smarter than her…

Tan Yun’s large eyes were tightly fixed on An Jing, her face showing a kaleidoscope of emotions.

An Jing raised an eyebrow and asked, “Are you still reading those picture books? How is that going?”

“Who, who reads that stuff?”

Tan Yun’s face reddened immediately, then she realized, “Are you really my lord?”

Ever since An Jing found out she was secretly reading picture books and had sternly warned her, she had been even more cautious. To this day, she hadn’t slipped up once; the only person who knew of her habit was An Jing.

An Jing stepped forward and pinched Tan Yun’s cheek, laughing, “Could there be any doubt?”

“My lord, you’re not dead!?”

Finding assurance, Tan Yun’s eyes gleamed with a hint of joy, “My lord, you really aren’t dead!”

As she spoke, her hands fumbled over An Jing’s body.

“What are you doing?”

An Jing was tickled and hurriedly retreated backward.

Tan Yun immediately bounced up excitedly, then grabbed An Jing’s shoulders and quickly asked, “Son-in-law, you really didn’t die, how did you escape from the old Sect Hierarch’s clutches? Did you use the trick of the cicada shedding its skin? And how did you come to the Demon Sect? How come I never knew about it?”

An Jing, looking at the excited Tan Yun in front of him, couldn’t help but let the corners of his mouth lift slightly.

Tan Yun turned her head quickly, promptly saying, “I know, son-in-law, the Sect Hierarch must have had a plan all along, so the one the old Sect Hierarch killed must have been a fake, and you had already come to the Demon Sect. Am I right?”

Seeing that An Jing didn’t speak, Tan Yun excitedly said, “Son-in-law, I guessed correctly, didn’t I?”

An Jing did not explain any further and gently stroked Tan Yun’s head, “Sort of.”

“Son-in-law, it’s so wonderful that you’re alive.”

Tan Yun looked at An Jing in front of her as if she could no longer hold back, “I always thought you were gone.”

A single breath seemed to pass through the entire cycle of spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

A stream of tears silently flowed down Tan Yun’s smiling face; there was no sound of crying, just tears unceasingly streaming down.

It seemed like, for her, this was the best news she could receive during this time.

An Jing gently wiped the tears from the corner of Tan Yun’s eyes, “Why the tears?”

Tan Yun wiped away her tears, smiling, “I’m not crying. I’m just happy for you, sir, happy for the Sect Hierarch. Do you believe it? I dreamt about you.”

An Jing laughed, “What did you dream about me doing?”

Tan Yun thought carefully for a moment before smiling, “……. I forgot.”

An Jing said with annoyance, “What else can your brain remember apart from eating?”

“Are you belittling me?”

Tan Yun raised an eyebrow and said, “I’m done pretending, I’ll be straightforward, I’m of Second Grade Cultivation.”

As she spoke, Tan Yun rolled up her sleeves and showed off her pink fists.

An Jing gave a thumbs up, “Impressive.”

Tan Yun slightly gloated, “That Han Wenxin guy, I could take on ten of him, you know that, right?”

Compared to your average Jianghu expert, Tan Yun indeed had enough reason to be proud; not yet twenty and already of Second Grade Cultivation, her future achievements at the very least would be that of a Half-step Master, and if given the chance, she might even become a Grandmaster Realm expert.

An Jing nodded repeatedly, “Not bad at all, in the future in this Demon Sect, if anyone bullies me, you teach them a lesson.”

Tan Yun chuckled awkwardly, “Son-in-law, you’re mistaken. As the Sect Hierarch’s favored one, who would dare to bully you?”

Favored one….

An Jing blinked, knowing in Tan Yun’s eyes, he had become someone who fed off a woman’s favor.

Tan Yun bit her lip and said, “Son-in-law, I’d like to ask a favor of you.”

An Jing inquired, “What favor?”

Tan Yun bowed her head, speaking softly, “You might not be too familiar with Jianghu affairs, but my master, Li Fuzhou, is currently imprisoned in the ninth layer of the Heavenly Prison, and I want the Sect Hierarch to rescue him.”

She herself was clearer than anyone else that even if she practiced for a lifetime, she couldn’t possibly rescue Li Fuzhou; the only one who could was Zhao Qingmei.

An Jing pondered for a moment, then said, “Alright, I will discuss it with the lady.”

Back then, on the Eight Feet Platform, when Li Fuzhou advanced to be a Second Qi Grandmaster and reached the Martial Arts Realm of Heavenly Human Communication, he killed that Tang Taiyuan with a single palm strike, dominating the spotlight all by himself.

He is also a master of the Demon Sect. If the Sect remains indifferent, it would inevitably chill the hearts of many.

Tan Yun clenched her fists with excitement and said, “Son-in-law, you are truly good. A good person like you will definitely not die.”

“Alright, alright.”

An Jing waved his hand and said, “Did you come here because you have something to do?”

Tan Yun shuddered, “I almost forgot, the Sect Hierarch asked me to deliver a note, it should be for you, son-in-law.”

As she spoke, Tan Yun took out a white note from her sleeve.

On the note, there were just four big characters: Fu Lin Tavern.

“Good.”

An Jing nodded his head, “I will go and be busy now.”

The address written on the note was exactly where Luo Chongyang was located.

“Son-in-law!”

Tan Yun suddenly called out.

“What’s the matter?”

An Jing turned around and looked back.

He saw Tan Yun hesitating, as if she had something she wanted to say.

An Jing said irritably, “If you have something to say, just say it.”

Tan Yun lowered her head and after a long while, she finally asked, “If one day I die, would you be sad, son-in-law?”

An Jing frowned deeply and said, “Why would you ask that?”

Tan Yun raised her head, smiling as she said, “I’m just afraid that one day if I die, there won’t even be one person to grieve for me.”

An Jing’s tone became somewhat stern as he said, “Don’t talk about such things anymore, I don’t like to hear them.”

“Alright, got it. You go be busy, son-in-law, I still need to go back and report to the Sect Hierarch.”

Tan Yun stuck out her tongue.

An Jing saw this and chuckled, shaking his head as he stepped towards the outside.

“By the way, son-in-law, I’ve recently learned a few signature dishes, including your favorite…”

The previously smiling An Jing’s face instantly stiffened, and he quickened his pace.

……..

Dongluo Pass, Fu Lin Tavern.

Since a few days ago when the Ghost Swordsman threatened to flatten Dongluo Pass, business and travel near the Pass had drastically declined, especially after it was sealed off, becoming even scarcer.

Now, although the great battle had ended, the streets were still somewhat desolate, with the previous prosperity requiring some time to recover.

Next to the tavern, there was a street stall.

On the ground, there was a talisman tube displayed, with a middle-aged Taoist sitting beside it, holding a cloth sail with only four big characters: “Fortune-telling and Divination.”

“Though I am a traveler from afar, temporarily presiding over this felt mat. With truths and falsehoods, I support my days.”

The middle-aged Taoist was very enthusiastic to the passersby, “Whether heading south or north, fortune or misfortune, good luck or disaster, this poor Taoist can predict it all.”

This middle-aged Taoist was none other than Luo Chongyang.

When An Jing saw this, he stepped forward and said, “Divine a fortune for me.”

“Oh.”

Luo Chongyang looked up and laughed, “This young master is certainly handsome and dashing, a truly striking and fine young man.”

An Jing raised an eyebrow and asked, “How much does it cost to have one fortune told?”

Luo Chongyang extended one finger, “One hundred copper coins per fortune.”

A greedy Taoist!

A few passersby nearby heard this and frowned slightly.

One hundred copper coins was not cheap, as common fortune-tellers on the road would ask for no more than twenty copper coins. This Taoist was asking for one hundred copper coins, which was practically robbery.

An Jing asked, “Is there a discount available?”

Luo Chongyang shook his head, “This poor Taoist runs a small business and never gives discounts.”

“Fine.”

An Jing nodded his head and took out the copper coins, placing them on the stall.

Luo Chongyang pointed to the talisman tube on the ground, “Then please draw a talisman.”

An Jing laughed and said, “What I mean is that I want to divine a fortune for the Taoist.”

“Oh!?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Chongyang also laughed out loud, as he had been divining fortunes for many years and had never had someone offer money to tell his fortune.

An Jing asked directly, “How about it?”

Luo Chongyang nodded and said, “Fine.”

As he spoke, Luo Chongyang picked up the talisman tube, suddenly feeling it was somewhat different, as if it had become slightly heavier.

“Clatter!”

He shook the talisman tube in his hand and then a talisman fell out with the character ‘inauspicious’ written on it.

“A very inauspicious sign.”

An Jing took the talisman tube and slowly said, “Climbing halfway up the mountain in broad daylight, the precipitous and jagged rocks are not easy to climb; looking up to the sky for divine protection, my body is still in the vast ether.”

“You will indeed encounter an unprecedented tribulation in the future, but fortunately, there’s hope beyond this path. Just as they say, the mountain won’t turn, but the road can, and if the road doesn’t, then the person must.”

Luo Chongyang’s eyes lit up with a bright light, “Where does the friend come from?”

Not simple!

This young man in front of him was able to see through the Mystical Sect’s talisman position and spoke convincingly, which, combined with what Lou Xiangzhen had divined for him, showed that this young man was extraordinary.

So young, yet it inexplicably made him feel a chill inside. Who was this person?

An Jing said indifferently, “From nothingness.”

“Nothingness?”

Luo Chongyang’s eyebrows twitched upon hearing this, as if those words contained some unknown mystery.

Innate One

An Jing, with his hands behind his back, said lightly, “I know you must be waiting for someone, and I also know where that person is right now.”

“`

“Where?”

Luo Chongyang remained expressionless, but deep inside he was somewhat astonished. Who exactly was this youth in front of him, that he even knew his intentions so clearly?

An Jing smiled and said, “Far in the horizon, yet close before the eyes.”

“You are that White Ass!?”

Upon hearing this, Luo Chongyang was suddenly greatly surprised, a look of shock appearing in his eyes.

This youth… was he the cheap disciple’s nephew!?

At this moment, Luo Chongyang’s heart was overwhelmed by towering waves, never having imagined that the Ghost Swordsman, who had recently become famous throughout the world, was such a young person.

It was simply too fantastical, too unbelievable.

If this news were to spread, it would cause a tremendous upheaval throughout the world.

For from beginning to end, no one would have expected that behind the Ghost Swordsman’s mask was such a youthful face.

Today, the swordsman Yan Gang reached the Fifth Realm at the age of thirty-three, yet the Ghost Swordsman who killed him with a single stroke was barely over twenty years old. What would the world think upon knowing this?

An Jing raised an eyebrow and said, “Taoist Luo, what White Ass!?”

Luo Chongyang stared at An Jing for a while and then shook his head, sighing, “I never expected, never expected that you, my nephew, had hidden your hand so deep.”

Considering the strange events that had occurred on Xuanqing Mountain and looking at the youthful face before him, he finally understood why Lou Xiangzhen was willing to clear the path for the Ghost Swordsman.

Given enough time, this young man’s achievements would be even more terrifying than Xiao Qianqiu’s.

A Grandmaster in his early twenties and moreover a Fifth Realm swordsman—this was like a dream.

No, it was even more terrifying than a dream.

An Jing chuckled and said, “Uncle Master, this way please.”

Luo Chongyang packed up his street stall, and then the two of them entered a quiet alleyway.

An Jing clasped his hands towards Luo Chongyang and said, “Thank you very much this time, Uncle Master. I will remember this kindness in my heart.”

When Mansion Master Qiu Fengsheng of Soul Seeker Mansion came, there was absolutely no need for Luo Chongyang to take action, but he still deterred Qiu Fengsheng, giving An Jing enough time. Otherwise, that day would not have been so relaxed.

Luo Chongyang gestured dismissively and asked, “Did you head to Dongluo Pass this time to deal with the Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect?”

An Jing nodded.

Luo Chongyang patted An Jing and said earnestly, “Lust is a knife that scrapes the bone.”

An Jing replied, “As long as the bones are hard, even a steel knife may break one day.”

Luo Chongyang: “…..”

He even wanted to immediately pull over Lou Xiangzhen and ask: Do you hear what this kid is saying? Does it sound like human words to you?

An Jing smiled and said, “Just be assured, Uncle Master. I have a clear understanding of it all.”

Luo Chongyang held his street stall tightly and looked at An Jing, “A great man living between heaven and earth should not live dejectedly under others for long. Have you never thought of becoming the Sect Master of the Mystical Sect?”

An Jing took a deep breath and said, “Uncle Master also knows about Zhenyi Sect and Xiao Qianqiu’s strength. With my current cultivation, it’s very difficult to achieve that.”

Luo Chongyang slightly nodded. Indeed, with An Jing’s current strength, it would be very difficult to stand shoulder to shoulder with Xiao Qianqiu. At this moment, faking his death and cultivating within the Demon Sect for some time would be an excellent idea.

Luo Chongyang thought of something and said, “Right, those two girls, you can go find them when you have time.”

An Jing’s eyebrows rose as he asked, “What exactly is their background…?”

“`

Luo Chongyang said, “They cultivate the supreme secret technique ‘Heavenly Heart Tribulation,’ a legacy left by the Great Zhou Dynasty’s royal family. If I’m not mistaken, the two of them should be related to the Great Zhou royal family, and their search for you might also be due to the Evil Suppressing Sword in your possession. There could be a stroke of fate involved.”

An Jing was somewhat surprised, “The Great Zhou royal family?”

The Great Zhou Dynasty had been destroyed for hundreds of years, could there still be remnants of its power?

“That’s right, I’ve obtained some information from that Su Yue. It seems they’re in Lengping.”

Luo Chongyang nodded his head, his eyes narrowing slightly, “You still need to assemble the Evil Suppressing Sword, for when its six swords are united, its power is immense. Once your sword skill reaches the Sixth Realm, I think you will be strong enough to set foot on Zhenyi Mountain and challenge Xiao Qianqiu.”

An Jing had already acquired three of the Evil Suppressing Sword’s blades, but the other three blades had not yet been found.

“I understand.”

An Jing nodded, “What are Uncle-Master’s plans next, returning to Xuanqing Mountain?”

Luo Chongyang’s eyes shone with a hint of light, “First, I will return to devote myself to cultivating in seclusion, and it is a good opportunity to refine the two pieces of Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence that I obtained from you.”

“The situation in Yan Country is not optimistic, but the support of the Zhenyi Sect and the Great Yan Royal Family stands firm as Mount Tai, and the Buddhist sects are also preparing to make a move. The waters of Great Yan are deep and unfathomable, so if you go back to Great Yan, remember to be extra cautious.”

An Jing said solemnly, “Alright.”

After a few more moments of casual conversation, Luo Chongyang turned and walked towards the gate.

Watching Luo Chongyang’s retreating figure, An Jing’s eyebrows were tightly knit.

Now Great Yan was at a critical junction of gathering storms, unpredictable and at the center of the tempest.

Internal and external troubles were on the verge of eruption.

…….

Yujing City, Yuhua Pavilion, study.

Zhao Chongyin sat with eyes closed in contemplation, still pondering the current situation.

Through the recent days of battle, he had also become aware that Houjin was probing Great Yan, as well as testing his own father, the current Great Yan Emperor.

For Zhao Chongyin, how to deal with Houjin and the pressure from Zhao Country were secondary concerns.

How to deal with his second brother was of the utmost importance right now.

Without settling internal strife, how could one resolve external threats?

Zhao Chongyin’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, rapidly considering his options.

“Your Highness, the Crown Prince.”

Just then, a voice came from outside the door.

Bai Jing hurried in.

Zhao Chongyin said in a low voice, “Hmm.”

Bai Jing took a deep breath before saying, “The battle at Dongluo Pass has ended. The Sect Hierarch of the Demon Sect turned out to be Zhao Qingmei, a disciple of Jiang Shang. The Ghost Swordsman suddenly ceased fighting. Yuan Feng, an Elder of the Demon Sect’s Sealing Demon Platform, emerged with Qiu Fengsheng, the Mansion Master of Soul Seeker Mansion, breaking through. Eventually, the Ghost Swordsman and Yuan Feng both perished. Qiu Fengsheng, Feng Lingyue, and several other masters retreated.”

Zhao Chongyin’s eyes snapped open, his tone rising slightly, “Yuan Feng and the Ghost Swordsman both perished?”

Bai Jing nodded to confirm, “They’ve died, many masters witnessed it.”

Zhao Chongyin slowly said, “What a pity for that Ghost Swordsman. I had always wanted to recruit him for my own use, perhaps even to contain the Zhenyi Sect in the future. Now it seems…”

Bai Jing said softly, “It’s too difficult for the Ghost Swordsman to contain the Zhenyi Sect. Perhaps Your Highness should place your hopes on Luo Chongyang.”

For the Ghost Swordsman to stand against the Zhenyi Sect was basically an impossibility.

Zhao Chongyin incisively stated, “Luo Chongyang will not be used by anyone.”

“Your Highness speaks the truth,” came the agreement.

Bai Jing sighed. They had also invested considerable effort in Luo Chongyang, but it had all been in vain.

Zhao Chongyin stood up and looked out towards the azure sky, “The fact that Zhao Qingmei is in charge of the Demon Sect is both a good and a bad thing. She is far more ruthless than Jiang Renyi.”

…….

The Yu Heng Sword Sect, Yu Heng Mountain.

Atop the heavenly platform, the sea of clouds churned, and the heaven and earth were solemn and quiet.

Lin Yiyang was seated at the center, eyes tightly closed, with the ninth-ranked Phoenix Sword resting on his knees.

Approximately half an hour later, he slowly stood up.

Daily meditation was his essential practice, no matter where he was.

Lin Yiyang put away the Phoenix Sword and walked down from the cloud platform.

Along the way, he encountered various elders, deacons, and disciples of the Yu Heng Sword Sect, all respectfully greeting him.

Now, Lin Yiyang was a Sixth Realm swordsman, comparable to the supreme Sword Immortal Lou Xiangzhen. During the days of Lou Xiangzhen’s disappearance, many regarded him as the world’s number one swordsman.

At the top of the towering mountain, the vast sea of clouds rolled on.

Currently, on a plateau halfway up the mountain, dozens of Yu Heng Sword Sect disciples were practicing swordplay.

“It’s such a pity about the Ghost Swordsman.”

“Indeed. He was a swordsman who could defeat two supreme Sword Immortals.”

“Apart from the Sect Master and Lou Xiangzhen, he was unquestionably the third greatest swordsman of our time.”

……

Lin Yiyang heard several disciples discussing and raised his eyebrows, his steps momentarily pausing.

“Sect Master!”

The surrounding Yu Heng Sword Sect disciples fell silent upon seeing Lin Yiyang.

Lin Yiyang asked with furrowed brows, “What happened to the Ghost Swordsman?”

One of the disciples bowed and reported, “To inform the Sect Master, in the battle at Dongluo Pass, the Ghost Swordsman perished under the hand of Elder Ujin Thunder Pill on the Sealing Demon Platform, leaving no remains.”

Dead!?

Lin Yiyang’s pupils sharply constricted, a complex array of emotions surging within him.

The others might not know, but his heart was aware that if it weren’t for the Ghost Swordsman, he would have never reached the Sixth Realm. He had been waiting for the Ghost Swordsman to reach the Sixth Realm to spar with him.

Such a pity… for such a swordsman.

For the first time in his life, Lin Yiyang felt regret for someone’s death. In the past, he believed that if a swordsman died, there was only one reason: insufficient strength.

The surrounding Yu Heng Sword Sect disciples looked at the silent Lin Yiyang, exchanging puzzled glances.

“Continue your sword training,” he finally said after a long while and walked towards the distance.

……

The news of the battle at Dongluo Pass quickly spread throughout the world, everyone became aware that the Ghost Swordsman had been blown to dust by Ujin Thunder Pill.

Many experts were present at the scene and witnessed it with their own eyes, consequently confirming the news.

For a moment, the entire Jianghu was in an uproar.

Some regarded the Ghost Swordsman as a remarkable figure, with swordsmanship unparalleled in the world, and within a year, his name echoed loudly in Jianghu. Others saw him as a grave threat that needed to be swiftly dealt with, while even more considered him a myth of his era, revered and admired intensely.

And now, all of it had turned to dust.

Regarding the death of the Ghost Swordsman, some lamented, some rejoiced, and still others sighed with deep regret.

His name was like a meteor that streaked across the heavens and earth, brief but unforgettable.

All grievances and affections eventually fade into nothingness, only to lament how few return in the fleeting world.

This is the world of Jianghu, where people come and go, without missing anyone in particular—it remains the same Jianghu.

In the Dongluo Desert, Dongluo Pass.

Sitting atop the high platform, Zhao Qingmei remained stunningly beautiful, yet her expression was somewhat weary, seemingly fatigued.

“…… The tax revenue in July amounted to 102,713 taels of silver, earnings from iron ore sales reached 71,093 taels, and revenue from jade stone trading totaled 92,213 taels, making a cumulative total of 1,310,000 taels of silver,” reported Mu Xiaoyun from the Vermilion Bird Seat.

Zhao Qingmei nodded, “Alright, I’m aware. Is there anything else?”

The many Demon Sect experts below exchanged glances before shaking their heads.

Zhao Qingmei waved her sleeve, “If there’s nothing else, you may all leave.”

After speaking, Zhao Qingmei stood up and walked towards the back hall.

“Yes.”

The Demon Sect experts below heeded the command, rising and dispersing.

“Qiurong.”

Just then, Duanmu Xinghua called out to Yu Qiurong, who was about to depart.

Yu Qiurong promptly bowed and said, “Elder Duanmu.”

Although the Red Beauty Drunk inside her was temporarily suppressed, she hadn’t completely recovered, and her complexion still seemed pale.

Duanmu Xinghua pondered for a moment before asking, “What has been going on with the Sect Hierarch lately, appearing so listless? I hope her training hasn’t resulted in mishap?”

Zhao Qingmei’s wellbeing was vital for the future of the Demon Sect—no slight error was permissible.

“I’m not too sure either,” replied Yu Qiurong with a furrowed brow. “However, it seems there’s a man in the Sect Hierarch’s private residence. Perhaps it’s because of this man.”

In recent days, she often saw the Sect Hierarch and a man together, their demeanor intimate as though their relationship was quite special.

The man was indeed good-looking.

“A man?” Upon hearing this, Duanmu Xinghua realized, “Could it be the outside lover the Sect Hierarch is keeping?”

……..

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