He saw Jun Jueshang, the man on the bed, sitting quickly after shaking his hands and shattering the red silks that bound his limbs. Scars were evident on his nude body, some of which looked like scratches made by a woman, others like bite marks, and a mix of green and red all over his body...
At this time, their Sect Master's usually calm and peaceful mask was shattered, replaced by the look of an enraged lion. A terrible rage emanated from him; his face was livid, and the dangerous breath he released made the person watching shudder in fear.
Wanyan Qianhua, she, how could she dare to do such a thing? Had she gone mad?
Thinking about how he had been fooled into standing guard outside all night, and only entering the room at noon, his heart trembled with fear.
If the Sect Master knew, would he kill him?
