"You want to go to the Perfected Lord's bedchamber?"
Watching Lü Yang emerge from the palace, clearly finished with his conversation with Yu Zhou, Minor Metal couldn't help but feel a twitch in his eye. He eyed Lü Yang with suspicion.
After all, this Demon Dragon's reputation in the Dao Court was notorious—sowing chaos in the imperial harem, sleeping in the Dragon Bed... it all pointed to a dragon's inherent nature being... well. In any case, for him to suddenly suggest going to World Purger Fei Xue's bedchamber at a time like this... 'Surely he isn't harboring some ill intent, right?'
Seeing this, Lü Yang was instantly furious.
'What's with that look? Who do you think you're looking down on!'
'Am I, Lü Yang, the kind of person who can't tell right from wrong, some absurd, debauched fiend? To this day, my heart has been filled with nothing but cultivation, with no other distracting thoughts whatsoever!'
Seeing his reaction, Minor Metal raised an eyebrow.
"You're serious?"
