Wang Wuxie had needed a lot of willpower to finally cut off all of his feelings. Even though he had known that Yan Xuehen was coming to Violet Mountain, he had remained calm, and even restrained himself from visiting her.

However, after sharing the judges' section for several days, and seeing her beautiful figure every day, he couldn't help but reminisce about his past. When he saw that Yan Xuehen now seemed even prettier than before, she had become the only thing on his mind whenever he returned to his Pure Yang Palace.

Tonight, he got even more carried away by a sudden impulse. This night, he couldn't sleep at all, so he decided to come and see if he could see her.

Of course, he still knew not to go too far and didn’t dare to get too close. After all, if he were somehow misunderstood as a pervert, he would be forever done for. Not only would his own reputation be completely swept away, Yan Xuehen’s impression of him would also be utterly ruined.

As such, he had just given her residence a look from a distance. All he wanted was to sense her presence a bit. The wind would carry a bit of her scent, too. For him, that was already enough.

And yet, as soon as he arrived, he was met with a strange scene. His goddess...