He looked at Yi Xin Xue.
The woman he viewed as his master, his goddess, and now the concubine of the man he could never surpass.
Seeing her suck his Dao rod like that, it made his back hole itch.
She sat there with elegance, those cherry lips faintly swollen from worshipping Zhao Fan's rod, her robe disheveled yet totally dignified like a true immortal, never to be corrupted by mortal filth.
Her aura, which was once cold as a mountain's peak, now exuded the gentle warmth of a serene lovely woman.
He understood that he had never known her, he had never known her true inner-self, this wasn't the fairy master that was in his mind, it was his second time seeing this, yet he still believed her to be pure, untouched by mortal sins.
It made his heart feel like being stabbed by a strange sharpness, tears dwelling in his eyes of suppressed emotions, yet he liked that pain, the loneliness, the heartbreak, he liked it all.