"Master, why is this? Why on earth do you want to drive the disciples out of Chongming?!" The thin and tall figure immediately stagnated slightly and said coldly: "Your blood has stained the towers of Chongming."
"Do you know how many lives your fall has changed?" The man turned his head slightly to Lang Ge, revealing his cheeks as white as moonlight, his fiery red eyes slightly narrowed, and his lips and teeth smiling. He was really extremely beautiful and indescribably stunning.
"From now on, you are my disciple, and my orders are your destiny. Even if you go against the destiny, you must not disobey it." After saying that, the man walked into the inner hall, his cold eyes seemed not to want to look at her again, leaving only a faint scent of sandalwood. This fragrance was so familiar, as if he had smelled it somewhere...