Phoenix Caw Peak, the main hall.
Receiving no response after a long wait, Zhu Wanning grew extremely anxious. She went straight into a side hall and arrived at her Master's private quarters.
What caught her eye was an ornate bed, intricately carved with dragons and phoenixes. Through the bed curtains, she could faintly glimpse the graceful and alluring silhouette of a woman reclining upon it.
Naturally, it was her Master, a shapely woman brimming with feminine charm.
Moreover, she wasn't sure if it was her imagination.
A moment ago, she had faintly glimpsed another shadowy figure lifting her Master's thigh. It quivered for an instant, then vanished.
Instantly, the face of the Head Disciple of Phoenix Caw Peak flushed crimson!
Indeed, if it were the her of the past, such a scene wouldn't have sparked any particular thoughts.
But ever since those three months in the Secret Realm…
