On his feet were a pair of clean wooden clogs.
She exuded a serene and tranquil aura, completely unrelated to the ruthless and decisive nature of the Demonic Empress.
If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Shen Rongrong wouldn't have believed that this was her master, the Empress who ruled the Demonic Sect.
"Rongrong is here?" Leng Feiran smiled when she saw her disciple.
She waved her hand, and the boy next to her brought over a bamboo chair and placed it beside her.
"Sit down. They brought me some sunflower seeds, caramel flavored. You can try some too."
She said to her disciple with affection.
Shen Rongrong sat respectfully beside her, took the melon seeds she offered, placed them in her palm, and naturally dared not taste them rashly.
Shen Rongrong said with some doubt, "Master, we disciples haven't seen you these past few days and we've been quite worried about you."
"Crackling..."
Shen Rongrong frowned as she looked at the boy, who was quietly peeling melon seeds.
The shelled melon seeds were all placed in a small bowl, and when they were almost full, the Master would eat them in one bite.
"What's there to worry about? We've already been driven here, what's the point of making a fuss?"
Let's rest and recuperate first, and then we'll fight back in a few years."
Leng Feiran said impatiently.
The disciples of Qingyue Sect are truly members of a demonic cult; they can't be idle for even a day.
I feel uncomfortable when I'm idle.
That won't do; cultivation requires calming the mind.
This is a good opportunity to temper the disciples' spirits.
"Then... Master, shall we stop attacking the surrounding sects? Let's expand our territory and achieve hegemony!"
Shen Rongrong stared at her master with disbelief.
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