The Anarchic Consort (Book 1)

826-830

As soon as Phoenix entered the main hall, a man sitting on the seat swirling the wine in his glass came into view.

The man saw her as well. His eyes were as deep as a gem and as dark as the night, "You're back?"

"Yes," Phoenix strolled over, hesitated, then held out the manual and pointed at one of the conditions for the Emperor to see, "I have just completed this, beating my love rival."

The man shifted his gaze to the page, but then he piped up, "You think you're the potent one?" How on earth did she put herself in such a strange position?

"Of course," Phoenix answered seriously. She had always been the bossy one. She would never give up this position for the Emperor.

The man looked at her with a playful smile on his face, "Fine, as long as you are happy. They will bring in some vegetarian food in a while, so just leave the buns that you brought."

"Okay." Phoenix responded lazily, then went ahead and took out the scriptures given by Buddhism.

They were said to be scriptures, but they were actually fixed rules.

Of the next monster or demon to be hunted down by her.

She would need to reform anyone who had disrespected Buddhism, even with the slightest sign of contempt.

This is because Buddhism had always disliked having something that was beyond their control.

Phoenix crossed out the first name apathetically.

The man leaned back on the chair and crossed his long leg over the other, as he stared at that cold face which was cocked to one side, with the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk.

Phoenix did not notice his gaze, as she continued crossing out the names on the scripture.

The man walked toward her and sat directly behind her. He wrapped his hands around her and scooched his tall figure over. Watching them from behind, Phoenix seemed to be engulfed in the man's embrace completely. The scene was inexplicably ambiguous, "Are you planning to go to the realm for hunting again?"

Phoenix nodded without saying anything. Apparently, she was already immersed in the task at hand.

The man squinted for a moment, then shifted his gaze to the immortals who were waiting aside.

Soon, a table full of vegetarian food was served before them.

The man took off his outer shirt and washed his hands. He then turned and looked toward Phoenix, "Come over and eat."

Phoenix did not even lift her head. Her train of thoughts was interrupted and so her tone was slightly cold, "You go ahead, I'm still busy."

What a tone?! The immortals were shocked by this. They could not make up their minds on whether to be afraid or to praise her instead. Phoenix was the only one who dared to talk in such a cold tone to the Emperor.

The man's lips curved into a smile as he stared at that stone-hearted person.

He gave a wave and asked for everyone to leave, even the demons were forbidden to enter through his barrier.

As always, he preferred no interruptions when he was working on something.

He parted the bamboo chopsticks and picked up the food, then swiftly handed it over to Phoenix, touching the food to her lips.

Phoenix, who was drowning in her thoughts, opened her mouth unconsciously. Her eyes were fixated on the word 'clear' written in the scriptures, to the point that she was oblivious of her surroundings.