Feng Tingxie was right. The next day, the road to Jinan was suddenly filled with strange martial arts practitioners, each dressed differently and carrying various peculiar weapons. They were all graceful women with elegant figures—some wore cloaks, some veils, and some were even dressed as men… Each with her unique style, but all without exception were beauties.

Seeing these beauties, I finally understood why Lin Shaoci didn’t like Rong Shukuang. As they say, “After seeing the ocean, all waters pale in comparison; after Mount Wu, all clouds seem ordinary.” In terms of appearance alone, Rong Shukuang might not lose to them, but her temperament was too cold and aloof, lacking the charm and allure of a woman.

Feng Tingxie noticed my silence and suddenly said, “You’re not jealous, are you?”

I nearly fell off the horse. His imagination was truly extraordinary.

He continued, “Now is not the time for jealousy. They’ve all come to help.”

I couldn’t help but tap the back of his head. “Jealous, my foot! You should pray these women don’t start fighting among themselves first.”

“Don’t worry! Young Master Lin’s skill in handling women is more famous than his wind-chasing sword that cuts through iron like mud.” His tone was somewhat mocking.

“I feel like your tone sounds more jealous. Perhaps one of these women is someone you fancy?” I teased.

He turned to glare at me. “What nonsense.”

I laughed loudly. “Did I hit a nerve? Tell me, which one caught your eye? I can help you strategize, guarantee you’ll win the beauty…”

He suddenly sighed and said softly, “I just feel sorry for Jingli…”

“Your sister?” I was surprised. “She likes Lin Shaoci too?”

He remained silent.

I asked again, “She hasn’t come to Jinan too, has she?”

He still said nothing.

Finding it boring, I stopped talking.

By the time we found lodging in the evening, the atmosphere had grown tense. As we approached Jinan City, more people had gathered. Five women from different backgrounds were staying at the same inn as us.

During dinner, a sweet and pretty green-dressed girl of fifteen or sixteen began making barbed comments toward a white-clad woman in her twenties. The woman had slightly darker skin, beautiful features, and a tall figure with a certain heroic air about her.

The girl in green mockingly implied that the other woman looked like a lump of coal yet insisted on wearing white clothes. The white-clad woman trembled with anger but restrained herself from retaliating.

Feng Tingxie immediately instructed the innkeeper to serve our meal in our room.

I complained, “Missing out on free entertainment just to hole up in our room. Even if they start fighting, it won’t affect us.”

He sneered, “If they don’t fight, you’ll still suffer.”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know who that girl in the green dress is?”

“Who?”

“She’s the Thirteenth Miss of the Tang Family from Sichuan, Tang Yingluo. Her martial arts aren’t exceptional, but her poisoning skills are first-rate.”

I felt a chill. That child looked so adorable, yet she was a master poisoner?

“Otherwise, would the Northern Desert Fox Sect’s demoness Yu Linglong swallow such an insult?”

“It’s admirable she came from so far away… So who are the other three?”

“The older one is Sea Begonia, the Mistress of the Flying Flower Pavilion in Luoyang; the one with the black veil is Lou Qianmo of the Late Clearing Tower in Fuzhou; and the more reserved-looking one is Xia Xiaoxi, the senior disciple of the Pure Sword Sect.”

“Flying Flower Pavilion? Late Clearing Tower?” I asked nervously, “These names sound like… brothels, don’t they?”

“Brothels? You have quite an imagination.” He sneered, “Do you know how many martial arts masters these two houses have recruited in recent years?”

I asked curiously, “Why would they recruit masters?”

He laughed, “Hehe. It’s not that they’re recruiting these masters, but that the masters voluntarily join them. Because these two houses are famous in the martial world for producing beauties.”

“Oh… I see.” I suddenly understood. Since ancient times, heroes have fallen to beauty!

“What about the cloaked woman we met on the road and the one dressed as a man? Who are they?”

He gave me a look, “Dressed as a man? That was a man!”

I exclaimed in surprise, “A man that beautiful? That’s unfair!”

He frowned slightly, “Don’t ever say that to his face. Nan Gong Junqing hates nothing more than being mistaken for a woman.”

Could it be that Lin Shaoci not only captured women’s hearts but men’s too?

“Who is Nan Gong Junqing?” I asked with wide eyes, “Does he like Lin Shaoci too?”

Feng Tingxie couldn’t help but burst into laughter, “Rong Shukuang, your thinking is too… haha.”

This was the first time I’d seen him laugh so heartily. This youngster looked much better laughing than with his usual stern face. I rested my chin on my hands, smiling as I sat across from him, appreciating the sight.

He became a bit self-conscious under my gaze and coughed, “Nan Gong Junqing is traveling alone this time, perhaps just passing through… As for the cloaked one… I don’t know either.”

I rolled my eyes and probed, “Do you think it could be your sister?”

“Impossible.” His expression changed, “Jingli has given up on him completely and would never again…”

I hoped he would continue, but he suddenly changed the subject, “Elder Lin is missing, and there’s no news of Young Master Lin. Instead of worrying about them, you’re concerned with other trivial matters.”

He sneered, “We’ll reach Jinan tomorrow. You should think about how to deal with Shen Zuitain.”

I shrugged, “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Let’s first get a clear picture of the situation in Jinan before making plans.”

He said irritably, “I doubt if you’re Rong Shukuang.”

I deliberately let out a long sigh. “Well, with someone protecting me, I can sleep soundly until morning without worry.”

He stopped talking and just lowered his head to eat.

After a while, there was suddenly a crashing noise downstairs, like tables and chairs collapsing and breaking.

I immediately rushed to the door, leaned on the railing, and looked down.

“What are you looking at? All of you, get back!”

Someone shouted from below, and immediately a bright light shot toward my eyes, only to be deflected by something. The blue-white flash of light traced a beautiful arc through the air and landed in the white-clad woman’s hand—to an uninformed observer, it might have looked like my eyes were shooting electricity.

Yu Linglong let out a soft “Hmm” and glanced up, seemingly surprised that her flying dagger had missed and returned.

Feng Tingxie stood beside me with his hands behind his back, his expression casual, as if his hands hadn’t moved at all.

“Looks like you were right,” I said.

“Hmm?”

“About stopping them from fighting among themselves first.”

I looked downstairs where all the customers had fled. Tang Yingluo and Yu Linglong, one in white and one in green, were entangled in combat like two butterflies dancing, their movements graceful and light, a beautiful sight. The only flaw was that dishes, soup, bowls, and chopsticks were flying everywhere.

Yet the other three women remained completely still. The dignified and steady Sea Begonia, the cold and elegant Lou Qianmo, and the delicate and gentle Xia Xiaoxi each remained in their places, heads lowered, dining in silence and elegance.

I laughed dryly, “Then you go down and stop them.”

He said flatly, “This doesn’t seem to concern me, does it?”

I asked in return, “Does it concern me?”

He looked at me and suddenly called out loudly, “Miss Rong, don’t forget that you are the Manor Lord of Yu Chi Mountain Manor.”

Those words truly had an intimidating effect. The two figures below instantly separated, and even the three who had been dining silently all raised their heads to look at me in unison.

For the first time in my life, I was being watched by five beautiful women with ten bright, beautiful eyes. Yet why did I feel a chill down my spine?

The air seemed to have temporarily forgotten how to circulate.

I felt my throat go dry and wanted to curse, but an inner voice reminded me not to lose composure.

So I smiled, curving the corners of my mouth—they say this kind of smile is the most beautiful. Then I raised my snow-white jade hand and, with the elegant gesture of twisting a light bulb, waved at everyone—supposedly the standard gesture of the British royal family.

“Hi~ Hello everyone!”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard someone behind me stifle a groan. The women’s eyes below grew wider and brighter.

But still, no one spoke.

I smiled at them, my gaze spread out—I had to ensure each of them felt my warm and friendly attention. Then, gracefully, I moved step by step along the railing toward the stairs—I was confident I was displaying my best demeanor, elegant and poised, each step like stepping on a lotus flower, sure to bring a gentle spring breeze to the tense and heavy atmosphere in the room, especially with the handsome Feng Tingxie as my attendant behind me.

As I descended the stairs step by step, everyone’s gaze followed my feet, moving down with each step. Every time I moved, their gaze changed, as if they were stunned by me.

I felt somewhat elated. The feeling of being the center of attention was really good. No wonder so many people auditioned for Super Girl.

Just as I was about to reach the ground, I suddenly lost my balance, missed a step, and tumbled down the stairs in a face-plant position, making intimate contact with the cold floor.

My mind went blank. Looking up, I saw pairs of slender, beautiful feet. Then, I couldn’t help but tremble, my hands pounding the floor forcefully.

“What are you doing?” Feng Tingxie bent down, his facial muscles twitching violently, a row of snow-white teeth biting his crimson lower lip, squeezing out five words through his teeth.

In the lowest voice possible, I said, “I want to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.”

He stared at me for several seconds, his handsome face turning bright red to his ears and neck.

I told him with my eyes that if he dared to laugh, I swore I would kill him.

Finally, he held back his laughter and helped me up, saying in an extremely strange voice, “I already told you, these female knights are here voluntarily to help. There’s no need for such a grand gesture.”

I looked up and surprisingly found that these female knights didn’t show a trace of mockery, still looking at me with the same admiring eyes as before—my goodness! They were so cultured.

Just as I was about to compliment them, I heard uncontrollable laughter.

Each of them was laughing uproariously. Tang Yingluo laughed until tears came, Yu Linglong hugged her stomach and crouched down, Xia Xiaoxi, who had been standing, suddenly leaned on the table with her shoulders shaking, and Lou Qianmo seemed unable to breathe.

I felt I should say something, so I cleared my throat, “Ahem, ahem, on behalf of Yu Chi Mountain Manor, I thank all the female knights for your help…”

My words were immediately interrupted.

“Ridiculous! Who said we were helping Yu Chi Mountain Manor?” Yu Linglong suddenly stood up straight with a cold smile.

Damn, her face changed too quickly.

“Then why have you all traveled so far to Jinan…”

My words were interrupted again.

“Hmph! Can’t we just come to Jinan for sightseeing?” Tang Yingluo held her head high, pouting her cute little mouth.

I took a deep breath, glaring at Feng Tingxie, really wanting to kill him—which bastard told me they were here to help?

“So you’re not here to help Young Master Lin…”

“Whether we help Young Master Lin or not is none of your business!” This time, all the women rebuked me in unison.

I stepped back, thinking, damn! These women had cast me as their imaginary rival. Heaven knows, it was Rong Shukuang who liked Lin Shaoci, not me, Fang Yi, who has seen countless handsome men both Chinese and foreign.

I thought for a moment and decided that without dropping a massive bombshell, I couldn’t quell this storm of jealousy.

So I took Feng Tingxie’s arm and said coquettishly, “Husband, since they’re not here to help, let’s go back upstairs and continue our meal.”

Sure enough, this statement was like a thunderbolt from a clear sky.

They exclaimed in unison, “Husband?”

“Everyone, she was struck by Shen Zuitain’s Profound Ice Cold Jade Palm, her mind…” Feng Tingxie lost all color in his face and tried to escape my grasp. I immediately pinched him hard—you pushed me out front and now you want to run? No way. We’re grasshoppers tied to the same rope.

I turned around and said with a smile, “I forgot to introduce you. This is my husband—Feng Tingxie.”

Sea Begonia looked us up and down and suddenly asked, “The martial world rumor is that Manor Lord Rong’s martial arts…”

Feng Tingxie continued to throw me under the bus, “Yes, Manor Lord Rong has completely lost her martial arts skills…”

“Lost her martial arts?” They all gasped in unison.

I laughed dryly and gave Feng Tingxie another hard pinch—this brat was taking every opportunity to spread this news. If any enemies came, I’d be dead for sure.

The women exchanged glances, and a similar expression arose simultaneously in their eyes.

Yu Linglong suddenly came over and took my hand, “I never imagined that Manor Lord Rong, with her unparalleled martial arts skills, would actually…”

She couldn’t continue and abruptly turned her head, her eyes seemingly welling up with sympathetic tears. But why… did I feel she was more pleased than sympathetic?

Tang Yingluo called sweetly, “Sister Rong, I’m truly sorry for you.”

I inwardly sneered: I don’t sense any sorrow from you at all.

Sea Begonia looked at Feng Tingxie again and asked, “Manor Lord Rong, is this your husband?”

The other four also appeared doubtful, all staring at us. Their gazes were brighter than stage spotlights.

Feng Tingxie opened his mouth, wanting to explain something.

I sighed inwardly: Damn it, I’m going all in. So I yanked his arm forcefully, causing him to lean in, and then like a hungry wolf pouncing on food, I bit his lips for a French kiss.

When I pulled away from Feng Tingxie’s mouth, all the women were stunned, staring at us open-mouthed.

Feng Tingxie also seemed dumbfounded, his face as red as a monkey’s bottom.

Damn, if this doesn’t knock you all out, I’ll withdraw from the martial world.

Sea Begonia, being older and more experienced, was the first to recover, “Ah? Congratulations to Manor Lord Rong on finding such a good match.”

The others, as if waking from a dream, also said, “Congratulations, congratulations.”

I held Feng Tingxie’s hand and politely turned in a circle.

“Thank you, thank you! If there’s nothing else, we’ll go upstairs to eat now. Goodbye, goodbye.”

With that, I dragged the dumbstruck Feng Tingxie and turned to go upstairs.

“Hey! Sister Rong, that…” someone called out.

I turned around, smiling like a flower, “Does Miss Tang have something to say?”

Tang Yingluo smiled more radiantly than me, “Sister Rong, do you know where Lin-gege is? No one has heard from him!”

“That doesn’t seem to concern me, does it?” I feigned difficulty, mimicking her tone, “Besides, I think Shaoci isn’t in the mood to accompany young ladies around Jinan City right now.”

Tang Yingluo’s face turned red.

Sea Begonia spoke up, “Manor Lord Rong, please forgive our earlier offense. We truly are here to help Young Master Lin. We hope Manor Lord Rong can…”

I interrupted her, “We can discuss this after my husband and I finish our meal.”

As soon as I entered the room, I immediately took the offensive, “Hehe, like you said, it’s just a title.”

“How can that be the same?” he said angrily, “They’re all martial world people. If word gets out…”

“So what if it gets out? What’s there to fear?”

I sat down on the bed and lifted my skirt to check my knee that had been hurt in the fall.

He quickly turned away, saying urgently, “How can you do this?”

Looking at the bruise forming on my knee, I said irritably, “It’s your fault for exposing my identity.”

“But you shouldn’t have… done that to me in public…” he seemed genuinely distressed.

I suddenly found it amusing. I stood up, walked in front of him, gripped his shoulders, gazed at him intently, and then imitated the tone of a romantic novel heroine, “Don’t worry, little Xie, I’ll take responsibility for you.”

He pushed my hands away, “Stop joking. It’s one thing for others to know, but if Chu Tianyao finds out we did such a thing, he’ll kill you.”

I sneered, “Why are you so afraid of him? Isn’t he just someone who joined Prince Han?”

He exclaimed, “My goodness, I see you still don’t understand the situation. It’s not that he joined Prince Han, but that Prince Han dares to be so blatant because of him. You don’t know how terrifying a person he is.”

I waved dismissively, “You’re the one worrying unnecessarily. I’ll tell you honestly, even with Chu Tianyao, Prince Han’s rebellion will never succeed.”

He suddenly looked at me, “Strange, how can you be so certain?”

I smiled mysteriously, “Didn’t I say? I studied astronomy. The stars in the sky told me this.”

He smiled bitterly and shook his head, sitting down on a stool, “What do you plan to do now?”

I smiled, “The urgent task is to find the innkeeper first.”

He was surprised.

I sighed, “Fool, we’re now husband and wife, yet we booked two rooms. This will give us away.”

He frowned, “Do I have to sleep on the floor?”

I generously said, “To compensate you, I’ll sleep on the floor, but I get the quilt.”

“I’ve never met a woman like you,” he sighed. “Have you figured out how to contact Young Master Lin? Those women downstairs aren’t easy to deal with.”

“Don’t worry, Lin Shaoci will come looking for me himself.”

“Hmm?”

I shrugged, “If the martial world news travels fast enough.”

He asked curiously, “Did you leave some kind of mark along the way?”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m talking about the news that ‘we’ve become husband and wife.’ If the news spreads fast enough, he should come looking for us on his own.”

He was about to say something when there was a knock at the door.

Tang Yingluo’s sweet voice came through, “Sister Rong, have you finished eating? We’d like to talk to you about something.”

I gave Feng Tingxie a look, signaling him to quickly find the innkeeper and cancel the other room.

He whispered, “Be careful of her poison.”

I nodded, went to open the door, and they all rushed in at once, their faces blooming with smiles, each with a different style of charm.

Tang Yingluo said with a grin, “Sister Rong, we didn’t disturb you, did we?”

I pulled out a chair and said, “No, we usually do that sort of thing in the middle of the night. Please, have a seat.”

The women were momentarily speechless.

Feng Tingxie’s face turned bright red, “I have something to attend to downstairs.” Before finishing his sentence, he was gone in a flash.

The women immediately surrounded me.

Sea Begonia spoke first, “Manor Lord Rong, where exactly is Young Master Lin? Is he injured?”

They all seemed extremely concerned about this information, looking at me in unison, and the room fell silent.

I inwardly groaned. How should I know? My information is even more limited than yours. That bastard left me alone without a word. Did he still consider me his Manor Lord?

I could only avoid the main issue, clearing my throat I said, “It’s not convenient to disclose now. You’ll naturally know when we reach Jinan. Shen Zuitain has many spies; we must be careful.”

They let out a light sigh, looking quite disappointed.

Lou Qianmo suddenly said, “That’s right! Shaoci is very smart. Now that Shen Zuitain occupies Biyufeng, he can only hide in the shadows…”

Tang Yingluo snorted, “Hmph, Shaoci, Shaoci, you sound very intimate.”

Lou Qianmo sneered, “Not as sickening as ‘Lin-gege’.”

Seeing the two about to argue, I hurriedly said, “Haha, everyone is here to help, not to quarrel. Do any of you have methods to deal with Shen Zuitain?”

Tang Yingluo’s sweet face showed a hint of viciousness, “I have at least a hundred poisons that can make him wish he were dead.”

Yu Linglong was unimpressed, “That also requires getting close to him. They say Shen Zuitain has reached the ninth level of his Profound Ice Cold Jade Palm, making it difficult for ordinary people to approach him. Besides, he now has the Four Immortals of Freedom protecting him.”

I was startled, “The Four Immortals of Freedom?”

The usually silent Xia Xiaoxi said, “The Four Immortals of Freedom are four fiends from the Western Regions who call themselves immortals. Their martial arts are unfathomable. They haven’t set foot in Central Plains for forty years. No one knows what method Shen Zuitain used to invite them. Otherwise, he couldn’t have so easily attacked Biyufeng.”

I frowned in silence. It seemed that dealing with Shen Zuitain would be more difficult than I imagined.

Sea Begonia suddenly asked, “Manor Lord Rong fought with Shen Zuitain. Does his martial arts truly have no weakness?”

I smiled bitterly. When had I ever fought him? I merely borrowed Rong Shukuang’s body. But to avoid boosting the enemy’s morale and damaging our own, I decided to tell a lie.

“I had been drinking that day, feeling dizzy. He suddenly appeared and ambushed me, so…”

Tang Yingluo exclaimed, “Ah? With sister’s martial skills, a little alcohol shouldn’t affect you so much. Could you have been poisoned?”

I was startled; I hadn’t considered this. Maybe it was true. According to Feng Tingxie, Rong Shukuang’s martial skills ranked in the top five in the martial world, so how could she be killed with just one palm strike?

Lou Qianmo nodded in rare agreement, “That’s possible. There are many despicable villains in the martial world who specialize in poisoning others…”

“What did you say?” Tang Yingluo slammed the table and shouted fiercely.

I was startled, fearing these two would turn on each other, affecting me as an innocent bystander.

Sea Begonia mediated, “Young Tang, don’t be angry. Miss Lou didn’t mean to target you. We’re all here to help against Shen Zuitain. Let’s not harm the harmony among our own people.”

“That’s right, that’s right,” I nodded quickly. “Why don’t you all go back to rest? Tomorrow when we reach Jinan and meet with Shaoci, we’ll see what plans he has.”

Everyone looked delighted, “We can see him tomorrow?”

I laughed awkwardly, “If nothing unexpected happens.”

Sea Begonia said, “In that case, we’ll return to our rooms and set out with Manor Lord Rong in the morning.”

After sending these five powerful figures out, I closed the door and let out a long breath. If everyone who came was as quarrelsome as these few, it would be better if no one came at all. They were nothing but a disorganized rabble!

That night, Feng Tingxie returned to the room very late.

In my drowsy state, I asked, “Where did you go?”

“I took a walk around town.”

My eyes flew open, “Did you discover anything?”

“Two strangers came to town, looking very odd.”

I sat up with a start, “Men or women? How are their martial arts?”

“Men. Their lightness skill is very good. I followed them for a while but lost them.”

“No way? Your lightness skill is quite good.”

He gave me a look, “Let’s hope they were sent by Young Master Lin.”

“Does he know many powerful people?”

“How would I know?” He smiled bitterly, pulled over two stools, and lay down fully clothed. “Get some sleep. It’s late.”

I called out to him but got no response. Soon, snores rose, though I couldn’t tell if he was truly asleep or pretending.

I stared at the dark air, suddenly missing Yan Shao very much. How was he doing? Had his cough improved? Did he miss me as I missed him?

With thoughts of Yan Shao, I once again entered dreamland. In my hazy consciousness, it felt like something lifted me up, like being slightly drunk, a floating feeling of riding clouds and mist. In the ethereal clouds, countless handsome men surrounded me. I rubbed my hands together, drooling, eager to have my way with them, when suddenly the handsome men all disappeared—damn. It was just a dream.

I cursed inwardly but didn’t want to open my eyes, just snuggling in the warm quilt, not wanting to get up. Vaguely, I heard someone laugh lightly, a very disdainful sound with strong mocking overtones.

I completely ignored it, turned over, and continued to reminisce, cursing, “Hurry up and bring water for washing my face.”

To my surprise, this person’s laughter grew louder.

I gritted my teeth and warned, “If you dare make that sound again, I swear I’ll throw you into a latrine and drown you.”

This threat was quite effective. He indeed went silent, but then he erupted into even more unrestrained laughter.

“Are you looking for death?!”

I kicked off the quilt with one foot and jumped up. Then I froze, pinching my own face. It hurt—was this really not a dream?

Standing before me was a super handsome man, a man who might not even exist in dreams, impossible to describe in words. I imagined that when God created this face, he must have exhausted all his care and affection for humanity. If there truly were deities, I think it would be the person before me.

He wore a long robe of black and white, half pure white and half jet black. His figure was tall and straight, his features so beautiful they blurred the line between male and female, but the smile on his face was as evil as Satan’s.

“You’re not Feng Tingxie,” I finally blurted out after being dumbfounded for a while.

He laughed even louder, his voice like a clear wind howling through a bamboo forest, or angry waves crashing against rocks.

“Obviously not,” his tone filled with mockery.

“Who are you?”

He paused, slightly furrowing his thick eyebrows, “It seems you’re not fully awake. I’ll come back later.”

As he turned to leave, I quickly stepped forward to block him, staring at him with wide eyes.

“What?” he raised an eyebrow.

I immediately lifted the hem of my white shirt and respectfully held it out to him, “Please give me your autograph.”

He was stunned, “You…”

I fawned all over my face, “Handsome one, you are the most perfect person I’ve ever seen, unparalleled in history, in heaven and earth, through the ages and across the seas, there is only you.”

He stood dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly shouted, “Someone come here!”

The door was immediately pushed open, and a person in black entered and bowed, awaiting orders.

“Are you sure she is truly Rong Shukuang?” he asked the person in black coldly.

“This subordinate has been tracking her since she entered Jinan territory. There’s no mistake.”

Ah! This guy had been following us for so long, and Feng Tingxie didn’t notice?

I suddenly came to my senses and asked repeatedly, “Where is this place? Who are you? Where is Feng Tingxie? What have you done to him?”

The handsome man remained silent, then suddenly extended two fingers directly toward my forehead. I immediately felt a chill like glacial ice rushing toward my face, making it momentarily impossible to breathe. Fortunately, this cold energy only passed by my face without lingering, otherwise my face would have frozen solid.

“Shen Zuitain!” After regaining my breath, I called out these three words without thinking.

This cold energy was all too familiar.

“Very good! Rong Shukuang, you’ve finally come to your senses.” He looked quite shameless, “I never thought you’d resort to such lowly martial world tactics.”

“Lowly tactics?” I frowned.

“No need to act. Do you truly not recognize this place?”

I surveyed the room; there was nothing special about it.

“This is…”

“This is Biyufeng,” he sneered, “though it has changed hands.”

“Ah?” I gasped, hardly believing that I had woken up to find myself on Biyufeng.

“Did you steal me away in the middle of the night and bring me here?”

“Steal you away?” he sneered, “That’s one way to put it.”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“You’re still useful until Lin Shaoci is dead.”

I frowned, “You want to use me to threaten him?”

“It seems my palm strike didn’t completely damage your brain,” he said expressionlessly. “I don’t have time to play cat and mouse games with him. The best way is to coerce you, forcing him to come out.”

“What a pity,” I sighed helplessly.

“A pity?”

“Yes!” I sighed again, almost to the point of tears, “You’re so beautiful, yet I must be your enemy. How can I express my hatred?”

His face changed colors several times before he suddenly laughed, “You can enjoy your verbal victories for now, but you’d better pray that in three days, Lin Shaoci appears on time. Otherwise…”

I also smiled, “Fine. While I’m praying, could I go out for a stroll?”

He was surprisingly generous, “Revisiting old places must have a special flavor.”