Zhu Qing may be a Peak Lord, but in terms of seniority, sleeping with Su Xiaobai was moral suicide.
Bai Yujian's finger twitched slightly, before she pointed—awkwardly—at Su Xiaobai, who was still snoring soundly between Zhu Qing's breasts.
"It's only your disciples."
Zhu Qing's breath caught.
Bai Yujian continued, voice calm but firm.
"Some of them heard and called me for help. I gathered them below. You can deal with them as you wish."
"As long as you tell them not to speak, they wouldn't dare."
Then—
She glanced at Su Xiaobai again.
"Besides… they don't even know about him."
Zhu Qing stiffened.
For a moment—
For a single, glorious, life-saving moment—
She felt like her soul had been pulled back from the gates of hell.
"Oh…" She exhaled deeply, her tensed shoulders loosening slightly. If it was just her own disciples… She could handle that. Her reputation wouldn't be completely shattered.
Bai Yujian, however—Didn't move to leave.
Instead—
