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With a twist of Epsilon's body, the robes that had been discarded on the ground had suddenly returned to his body, and he carefully wrapped the Empress in the bedsheets, placing her gently on the bed.

After that, he turned unhurriedly to face Meng Fuyao.

When he turned towards her, there was even a hint of humor on his face.

Meng Fuyao felt a slight sense of admiration for this man. Even under such circumstances, he was still able to maintain his composure. The scene earlier must have been the ultimate form of humiliation for the Empress of Xuanji, and wouldn't it be so for one of the revered Top Ten as well? Even so, he remained apathetic, worthy of his status as a Sect Master in the Top Ten.

Upon seeing how sincerely and lovingly he treated the evil Empress, although she couldn't understand how he had fallen for her, Meng Fuyao still held the utmost respect for his pure and sincere feelings.

Yes, pure.