"Oh, why are you hiding? Come have fun with us, master~"
"Don't hide, master."
"Master..."
Shen Yue dodged in all directions. The women looked incredibly frail, yet their fingers were surprisingly nimble, deftly hooking her robes and tugging at her belt as they moved.
Fortunately, Shen Yue was always quick to evade, and apart from her clothes being slightly disheveled, nothing more happened.
The strong scent of rouge and powder made it hard for her to breathe.
In a daze, she felt like she was standing on a floor above, looking down at Rong Hua.
Rong Hua propped his chin on his hand, watching her as if appreciating her rare moment of disarray.
There was no smile on his face. He stood there, neat and composed, like a passerby merely observing the scene, completely ignoring her current predicament.
Shen Yue was both angry and anxious, wishing she could cast aside her persona and slap this man twice.
There was no one around him, and it seemed no one dared to bother him or urge him to drink. The women appeared to be in awe of something, forming a clear space around him with tacit understanding.
And she, his good disciple, just stood above, watching her make a fool of herself.
Shen Yue's face flushed with anger. A light pink hue appeared on her fair complexion, making her even more alluring, more desirable.
Amidst the chaos, someone unknown to her pulled off the white cloth covering her eyes. Shen Yue instinctively reached to catch it, but the people there snatched it away first.
Shen Yue dared not open her eyes. Her eyes were different from those of ordinary people. If these common mortals were to see them, rumors would surely spread, calling her a reincarnation of a demon or something similar.
After all, heterochromia was considered a sign of a demon, a harbinger of misfortune in the eyes of these people.
Rong Hua, who had been standing motionlessly above like an audience member, saw someone pull the white cloth from Shen Yue's eyes. His expression changed abruptly, and he could no longer stand idly. He leaped down from the second floor, snatched the white cloth from the woman's hand, and quickly re-covered Shen Yue's eyes.
Such captivating and bewitching eyes could absolutely not be seen by anyone.
That woman was truly deserving of death!
Rong Hua cast a dark, brooding glance at the woman who had pulled off Shen Yue's white cloth.
The woman shivered under his gaze.
After tying the white cloth, Rong Hua's hand didn't leave. Instead, it slid down to caress Shen Yue's face. His gaze then moved down, lingered, and a smile with an ambiguous meaning curved his lips.
Shen Yue was bewildered. She thought to herself that the guy had finally come over. He must have watched her make a fool of herself long enough. She never knew the great villain was so wicked. Was it because he was going through a rebellious phase?
Shen Yue called him in a deep voice, "Rong Hua!"
In reality, with just a wave of Shen Yue's hand, these people would have scattered, but they were ordinary people without any cultivation. She feared she might accidentally injure them if she couldn't control herself, making it difficult to act.
But after Rong Hua tied the white cloth for her, he remained silent. If not for the familiar scent emanating from him, Shen Yue might have thought the person before her wasn't Rong Hua at all.
Perhaps it was because Rong Hua was closer, but those women no longer dared to be so presumptuous. They all dispersed like colorful butterflies, and Shen Yue let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief.
Shen Yue couldn't stand the heavy scent of rouge and powder inside any longer, so she directly pulled Rong Hua's hand and went outside.
Rong Hua was incredibly well-behaved at this moment, not making a sound or a fuss as she led him, his gaze constantly fixed on their clasped hands.
Only after pulling Rong Hua out of the brothel did Shen Yue heave a heavy sigh of relief. She tidied her disheveled clothes and turned to Rong Hua with a frosty expression.
"How could you come to a place like this?" Shen Yue reprimanded coldly, her brow furrowed in a way that was rare for her.
Rong Hua remained unrepentant, as if he had no idea what he had done wrong. "Why can't I come?"
Shen Yue's voice grew colder by another degree. "As cultivators, we should sever worldly ties, especially in a place of debauchery like this!"
Rong Hua clearly paid no mind to her pedantic words. He revealed a mocking smile. "Since Master finds this place distasteful, then Master should go back first."
He turned to leave, and Shen Yue immediately grabbed his wrist. "Where else are you going?"
The skin of Rong Hua's wrist felt as if it were burning. The delicate and cool sensation in his palm made his brow twitch.
...Rong Hua suddenly grabbed Shen Yue's cool hand, his expression on his face unreadable. "Isn't it my freedom to go wherever I please? Does Master intend to lock me up?"
He didn't want to go back at all right now. The scene of a man resting his head on Shen Yue's lap, his arms around her waist, was still vivid in his mind.
He was afraid. Afraid that he might lose control and kill that person when he returned.
Shen Yue couldn't allow him to wander about so brazenly. "You're coming back with me."
Rong Hua gritted his teeth, his handsome face contorted with malice. He yanked his wrist sharply. Shen Yue's grip was tight, pulling her so close that half of her body leaned towards Rong Hua. They were incredibly close, and his voice was filled with angry frenzy, "I said I'm not going back. If you want to go back, you go alone."
Compared to his rage, Shen Yue had calmed down at this moment. She reverted to her usual composed and reserved demeanor, her eyes as clear as the cold moon over a frozen river, as if dusted with light snow.
She asked, "If not Qingyun Sect, where do you want to go?"
"Anywhere is fine," Rong Hua replied, his anger shifting to coldness. "I just don't want to go back to Qingyun Sect right now."
Shen Yue's fists clenched. She really wanted to punch him. He seemed so obedient when he was little; how had he become so rebellious as he grew up?
Shen Yue suddenly realized she was truly unfit to take care of children.
She was too lazy to waste any more words. Since persuasion wasn't working, she decided to resort to force. She cast a magic incantation. Rong Hua was completely caught off guard, feeling like a controlled puppet, following obediently behind Shen Yue.
Rong Hua stared in disbelief, looking up at the white figure. Seeing her stern face, like an unmelting ice sculpture, a fierce beast rampaged within him, making his limbs go numb.
He suddenly became sharp. "I don't want to go back to Qingyun Sect! I don't want to go back!"
Shen Yue couldn't be bothered to listen. She didn't even bother to turn her head, her back as cold and indifferent as it could be.
Rong Hua's eyes reddened. His breathing became slightly heavy, and a ferocious red light flashed in his pupils. Staring at the slender figure, as delicate as a bamboo, he forced out word by word through clenched teeth: "You—will—regret—this."
Unfortunately, Shen Yue was blind, missing Rong Hua's furious and twisted expression, as well as the fleeting red light in his eyes.
—
Shen Yue was afraid the boy would run off somewhere, so she didn't lift the spell. Perhaps this would save some trouble.