C818 East Fence Sword Monarch!(23)

Jie Ruqiao and the Saintess were at a loss for words in response to Yue Rongshu's remarks. A heavy silence fell between them, and the air was tinged with an odd tension.

It took a moment before the silence was pierced by a voice, the Saintess's.

Her voice, soft and melodious, was akin to a celestial melody. Even in rebuke, her words would leave one feeling inexplicably content