The mahogany table wobbled, causing the wine jug on it to tip over as well.
The overflowing aroma of wine permeated the beauty's entire being, blending with the unique fragrance of flowers.
Through its introduction, development, climax, and conclusion, it weaves together a beautiful dream.
Taking advantage of his new marriage, Feng Linyuan was very unrestrained and indulged himself without any restraint.
Without Xiao Yao around, Si Jin stayed in her bedroom for more than ten days in a row.
I deeply feel that Dr. Feng, who has been suppressed for so long, is more terrifying than the Fire Dragon Abyss in the fairy tale world.
But who made Feng Linyuan use different little tricks to amuse him every day?
Although it is said that God is without desire, he does indeed... enjoy excitement.
In many cases, it's a case of reaping what you sow.
Life is only a few decades long, and it passes by slowly when you're with interesting people.
Si Jin has stayed in this small world for sixty-three years.
Together with my loved one, I witnessed the changing times of the world.
After seeing Feng Linyuan off, Xiao Yao reappeared just in time, opening up a new world.
… …
"I don't care. This year, the White Moon Sect is the only one that hasn't paid its full tribute to the Martial Alliance. The Alliance Leader said that you still owe 7,300 taels of silver, which you must pay today. Otherwise, we don't mind massacring the White Moon Hall."
The White Moon Hall is the most sacred council chamber of the White Moon Cult.
At this moment, all ten elders of the sect gathered, holding their breath and staring intently, their fists clenched tightly.
They stared in fear at the arrogant man in black standing in the center of the room.
The man's name was Li Quan, and he was the personal bodyguard of the Right Protector of the Martial Arts Alliance.
In recent years, the Right Protector, taking advantage of the Alliance Leader's poor health, has monopolized the financial power of the Martial Arts Alliance, imposing various exorbitant taxes and levies, making it increasingly difficult for small sects and factions in the martial arts world to survive.
The White Moon Sect had only been established for eighteen years, with few members and meager resources, and simply could not afford the huge annual tribute from the Martial Alliance.
After repeated delays, Li Quan arrived with his men in a menacing manner.
Within a quarter of an hour, he killed thirty disciples of the White Moon Sect and even broke the Third Elder's hand.
At this moment, however, he stood arrogantly in front of the leader of the White Moon Hall, declaring that if he didn't get the money, he would massacre everyone here.
The silence was oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
Tick-tock—
One of the disciples was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. When Li Quan saw this, he immediately touched his neck.
The crimson blood that spread throughout the White Moon Hall was a blatant insult to the White Moon Cult!
Finally, the Grand Elder, unable to bear it any longer, stepped forward.
"We cannot come up with that much money. If you continue to pressure us, our White Moon Sect will withdraw from the Martial Alliance!"
"What did you say?" Li Quan seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and once again pointed the blood-stained tip of his sword at the Grand Elder: "Joining the Martial Alliance was your own choice, but leaving is not so easy..."
The sound stopped abruptly at this point.
Because a beautiful folding fan flew in from somewhere outside.
The fan ribs are made of high-quality steel and have a point like a dart.
In a mere instant, it slashed Li Quan's neck.
Blood gushed out instantly, Li Quan's eyes widened, and he collapsed to the ground.
The members of the martial arts alliance immediately drew their swords and shouted that they wanted to avenge Li Quan.
But in less than three seconds, his neck was slashed by the rapidly spinning folding fan.
Baiyuetang was immediately covered in blood.
Everyone stared intently at the fan, watching it return to one of the people outside the door…
In the hands of the woman in red.
The woman was dressed in bright red, with beautiful rouge on her face, and the White Moon Sect's emblem was drawn between her eyebrows.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered slightly, revealing an air of dominance that made people want to submit to her.
She put away her folding fan, ignored all the bloodshed, and walked step by step to the position of the leader.
Bai Yue and the others stared in shock at the "woman" who was walking by, and mustered their courage to whisper among themselves.
"Who is this? I've never seen this woman before."
"I don't know, he looks like the cult leader, but the cult leader never dresses like this in front of us."
"Is she the cult leader? Look, the fan she's holding is the cult leader's."
"But didn't the leader say he had an eye problem and hadn't come out to preside over sect affairs for three months?"
The crowd discussed amongst themselves until the "woman" sat in the leader's seat, propped her head up with one hand, and slowly swept her gaze across the entire White Moon Hall.
She parted her lips slightly: "You won't bow before me?"
She has a female appearance, but speaks with a male voice.
Si Jin used the original owner's usual voice and did not deliberately try to make it sound like a woman.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the White Moon Sect immediately bowed their heads and knelt in unison.
"Greetings, Master!"
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