Chapter - 3442

The place had nothing except for the entrance. Through it, one would view the land and moonlight. The scenery wasn't half bad.

"Vesper, what are you up to?" Upon entering, Zeke was thrown into a panic. Could it be that she's planning to get hands with me? That won't do! I need to remain chaste!

Seeing Zeke flustered, she couldn't help but chuckle. She reached out, gently touching his cheek.

Subconsciously, Zeke grasped her wrist, which was smooth and tender.

"What are you doing, pretty boy?" Vesper asked, blushing.

"Men and women should have proper boundaries." Zeke also blushed as he attempted to pull Vesper's hand away but couldn't. In haste, he said, "I must warn you, I'm a married man."

Upon hearing that, Vesper was stunned for a moment, and she slowly withdrew her hand.

Vesper gradually regained her composure as she gazed out of the cave entrance at the vast land bathed in the pure, silvery moonlight. "Zeke, what do you think is the difference between the orthodox sects and the demonic cultivators?"

After giving it some thought, Zeke replied, "Demonic cultivators will go to any lengths, employing ruthless and cruel methods, to achieve their goals. While some disciples from the orthodox sects may behave inappropriately, they are not like demonic cultivators."

Vesper chuckled sarcastically. "From my view, most disciples from righteous and orthodox sects have ulterior motives. Like them, there are also good and bad demonic cultivators."

"Hmm?" Zeke was puzzled. A demonic cultivator is just a demonic cultivator. There are no good or bad ones.

Vesper continued, "Not all demonic cultivators are the same. Some prefer to use vile methods, while others aren't that evil. For instance, the most that my faction used were puppets. A century ago, my faction split off from an orthodox sect. Due to the oppression from the orthodox sect, we were forced to join the ranks of the demonic cultivators."

Those secrets were unknown to Zeke.

Although he was skeptical about what he heard, he didn't show much concern on the surface, merely nodding slightly. "Since you've put it that way, you could just release me, right?"

"Zeke," Vesper looked at Zeke as if he were a fool. "Don't you think it's more comfortable here with me than out there? I'm a top prodigy, you know. You'll be safe in this secret realm if you stick with me. Once the realm closes, I'll release you. What do you say?"

"Why should I stay by your side like some kind of pet?" Zeke asked, his brow furrowed. "Also, can I change out of this effeminate clothing?"

Vesper's expression turned icy again, and murderous intent flooded the look in her eyes.

With a slight movement of her hand, a sleek emerald sword materialized in her grasp.

A threatening, witch aura surrounded Vesper as she spat, "Zeke, don't think that just because you share some similarities with my old friend, you can do whatever you want in front of me. Do you really think the gentleness I showed you is my true nature?"

A moment later, she swung her emerald sword.

Before Zeke could react, a sword slash had already appeared on his robe.

A sword wound had also appeared on his chest, from which some blood was seeping out.

Pain surged through Zeke's body, yet there wasn't a hint of fear on his face. Instead, he gritted his teeth and managed a defiant grin, his expression unyielding.

"I knew you were ruthless, witch. Why did you pretend to be a nice person before? If you want to kill me, you should have just done it straight away. Why put on such an act? I've long had enough of your insanity, rapidly switching from acting all cheerfully in one second to coldly in another." In Zeke's mind, Vesper was nothing short of a capricious lunatic.

He found being with her was truly exhausting as he never knew when he might offend her.

For example, the wound she inflicted on him earlier. He didn't really say anything, yet she attacked him without hesitation.

Gentleness, my "ss. Zeke exclaimed, "Kill me, you crazy woman!"