Lord gazed towards her.
"Master, look at their positions. The Grand Sister is ahead, and he is behind, with his eyes gleaming brightly—typical lustful eyes."
Lord's expression was unreadable, but given her status, she couldn't engage in idle chatter with her disciples.
Gu Yu said, "There's only one thing that I don't understand. Why are his eyes so bright? If someone with a chest as full as yours, Master, were sitting in front of him, I'd understand that he was sneaking peeks at your chest, but the Grand Sister has nothing in front of her, flatter than a calm lake surface. What could he possibly be peeping at?"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a willow branch by the cliff sprang up, wrapping around Gu Yu's waist. The next moment, Gu Yu was hoisted into mid-air; she wanted to scream, but her mouth wouldn't open.
Snap, snap, snap...
Three soft sounds. Three willow twigs struck her buttocks simultaneously.
Gu Yu's face swelled with redness, swinging in the air.
