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38. She was supposed to serve the Holy Lord?

Just as Leng Feishuang and Jing Fei were having fun eating, a few people came in from outside. Jing Feizhen was about to get angry, he saw that it was Manager Li who was by his father's side.

Manager Li smiled as he looked at Leng Feishuang, "This old servant greets Your Highness the Ninth Prince and Princess Wushuang."

Subsequently, Manager Li took out a yellow imperial edict from his bosom, "Princess Wushuang, take the edict."

Leng Fei stood up, ready to quietly listen to Manager Li's announcement, but who knew that Jing Fei Chen would snatch the imperial edict and directly place it on Leng Fei's hands, "Fei Shuang, just look at it. The royal father isn't here."

Manager Li was rather helpless. He looked at Leng Feishuang and said, "Then Princess Wushuang will see for herself. Remember to be on time tonight." With that, he led the others and left.

Leng Fei frowned. What do you mean punctual tonight? Opening the imperial edict, he nearly vomited a mouthful of blood. What do you mean 'princess and above' have to take turns serving the Holy Lord? Only then will he show his respect towards the Holy Lord.

Jing Feishang also walked forward to take a look, "Oh, so it's this matter. Sister Four and Fifth Sister were chased out, I heard that they were chased out by the Holy Lord in less than half an hour, don't worry FeiShuang, I believe you will also be chased out very soon, so you won't have to stay for long."

Leng Fei rolled his eyes, that would be great. If he had to serve that Sacred Master all night long, how tired would he be? Just what kind of background did the Sacred Master have? Even the princess of a country was forced out to serve him, so she looked at Jing Fei and said, "Do you know where this Sacred Master is from?"

"This Holy Lord is the master of the Kalan Immortal Mountain, and he is also the strongest person on the continent. No one has seen his true appearance, and no one knows his age, in short, he is a god-like existence, and it is because of him that the three kingdoms on the continent are able to maintain their equilibrium."

Leng Feishuang nodded his head. In other words, this Saint Lord had also avoided the emergence of war, reducing the number of casualties. On the contrary, it was a good thing, but it seemed like it was an old man, Leng Feishuang thought.

Time passed very quickly. In the blink of an eye, it was already evening. Leng Fei packed a few things simply and left the room dressed in black. Outside the door was the carriage prepared specially for her by Jing Fei Chen.

Sitting in the carriage, Leng Feishuang started to read the book on cultivation. There were still nine days until the mission, so she had to speed up. If she didn't have to wait on that Saint Lord, she could have started her official cultivation tonight.

Soon, they arrived at the entrance of the imperial palace. Someone had been waiting for her at the door since early in the morning. When she saw Leng Feiyu, she hurried over, "Princess Wushuang, please come with this servant."

Along the way, Leng Feishuang followed the person as they walked through many palaces. Finally, they stopped in front of a large hall called 'Tianxuan Hall'. 'Princess, you can enter by yourself'. With that, the person left.

The main hall was very empty, very quiet, and also very cold. Leng Fei Shuang could not help but shiver, as this confirmed that she did not come to the ice cellar.

Above the empty great hall, Di Wuxiang was sitting there, wearing a white robe. He was silently looking at Leng Feidi who had just walked in.

At the same time, Leng Feishuang also saw Di Wuxiang. He walked up to her and bent down slightly, "I'm Leng Feishuang, who is here to serve you tonight."

Di Wuxiang's eyes twitched. 'Old man, does he look old?' Di Wuxiang's eyes twitched. 'Old man, does he look old?' Di Wuxiang's eyes twitched.

Seeing that Di Wuxiang didn't say anything, Leng Feibiang raised his head to look up, just in time to see Di Wuxiang looking at him. Leng Feibiang felt his heart skip a beat, then looked away and consciously told her that this Saint Lord's danger level was even higher than Feng Xiao Yi, and he needed to stay far away from him.

A moment later, Leng Feiyu saw that Di Wuxiang still didn't say anything and felt a bit angry. What did he mean? Did he mean by calling her over just to let her stand there for an entire night?

Leng Feishuang cleared his throat and raised his voice, "Lord Holy Lord."

Di Wuxiang's eyes flashed, and she finally opened her mouth and lightly said, "Come here."

Leng Feishuang was somewhat suspicious, but still walked forward and stopped three steps away from Di Wuxiang. "I wonder what the Holy Lord wants me to do?"

"Come here and grind the bones of this noble one," Di Wuxiang indifferently spoke, his voice sounding ethereal. With a wave of his sleeve, a few rolls of silk appeared on the table.

Leng Wufei could only roll his eyes. He was still reading late at night, so he walked over to Di Wuxiang and kneeled down next to her. Only after he got in did he smell the pleasant fragrance of lotus flowers on Di Wuxiang's body.

Di Wuxiang's slender hands picked up a brush and began to write something on the silk. Leng Fei raised his head to look at the words, it was her. He had never seen such a thing before, and he couldn't help but think that this Holy Lord was different, even the words he used were different.

One could see that the eyes beneath the two masks were half-lidded, and their long eyelashes were even slightly fluttering. Looking at the jade-like chin below, and the jade-like neck below, along the collar, one could faintly see the protruding, beautiful collarbone.

Suddenly, Leng Fei swallowed a mouthful of saliva with all his might. How could this man's skin be so good? If only she had this kind of skin as well.