As the Second Palace Mistress of the Goddess Palace, a Nascent Soul cultivator, for hundreds of years, few have dared to be so disrespectful and sacrilegious to her.
Even if she was at fault in this matter, now being gripped tightly by Lu Changsheng, a wave of coldness surged in her heart.
Nascent Soul-level mana surged to break free from him.
However, an astonishing scene appeared.
Lu Changsheng remained unmoving.
"Second Sister, Elder Xuanmu, what's wrong with you..."
Beside them, Shen Yiren's cheeks flushed, her pink lips lightly biting, her beautiful eyes confused, realizing something was wrong. She seemed to be poisoned, but her entire being was hazy and muddled.
Seeing her Second Sister and Lu Changsheng tugging at each other, she promptly asked.
Yet in the midst of speaking, she instinctively moved closer to Lu Changsheng, who exuded a thick masculine aura.
