Chapter 14 Freya's Fall

The next morning, the grand doors of the Temple were gently pushed open.

Luo En, the master, swayed the golden cup filled with Honey Wine in his hand, standing leisurely at the doorway, extending a "friendly" greeting to his guest.

"How was last night?"

"Despicable..."

The weak accusation, mixed with slight tremors and even a hint of crying, was feeble.

At that moment, Valkyrie, once spirited and conscientious about her image, was leaning on a column beside her with her knuckles white; her hair disheveled like dead grass, her face flushed with remnants of red; her trembling body wrapped in a curtain torn from one side, a scent akin to flowers and rust mingled, emanating from the sparkling puddles on the floor.

At this moment, looking at Freya's face filled with shame and murderous eyes, Luo En remained unchanged, smilingly said,

"So energetic? It seems that you still haven't served yourself well, add ten more."