After hearing this blood-curdling voice, Gong Yuande felt a sudden tightening in his chest. Could it be that the traitor in his midst was this very woman, Dong Nanfeng?
Sure enough, lust is a fatal trap. If he had known this wretch held such malicious intent, he would never have allowed her into his home, no matter what. However, Dong Nanfeng was, at the end of the day, an ordinary woman; even under control, she lacked any formidable combat prowess. Consequently, the Six-Fingered Celestial Master had no intention of letting her kill Gong Yuande. Instead, he had her rub against him like a kitten, hoping to shatter his Daoist heart. If Gong Yuande’s cultivation were to break, his decades of effort would vanish into thin air, leaving him a complete invalid.
As Dong Nanfeng’s cunning tactics began to take effect, the golden light radiating from Gong Yuande’s body slowly faded, and the fiendish aura began to surge once more. Gong Yuande felt an agonizing pain in his dantian, and the constraints on his body grew even tighter. He was burning with anxiety, yet utterly helpless.
Chapter 134