Feng Jiu’er did not know where she was being taken.

After her silver needles had been confiscated by Di Wu Ya, he had suddenly begun to race through the mountain ravine at tremendous speed. The wind sliced across her face like a blade, stinging raw.

In the end, she had no choice but to bury her face against Di Wu Ya’s chest, using it to shield herself from the cutting wind.

The nerves struck by his internal energy had not yet recovered. She drifted in and out of clarity, and when she finally came to full awareness, she found herself lying on a bed.

The décor was understated yet radiating an unmistakable air of grandeur — a room exuding antique elegance and grace.

She pushed herself upright, intending to get off the bed, only to discover that her four limbs were still without strength.

The internal energy Di Wu Ya had used earlier against the black-clad man had ultimately damaged her own meridians.

Outside, steady, measured footsteps approached. The woman standing guard at the chamber door immediately greeted with deep reverence: “Venerable Lord.”

Then the door was pushed open, and the impossibly beautiful man in the half-mask walked inside.

“What are you going to do?” Feng Jiu’er widened her eyes and stared at his tall, slender form.

This man — he was actually undressing!

Di Wu Ya tossed aside his outer robe, even untied his waist sash and removed the outer garment, then turned and walked toward her.

Feng Jiu’er had still wanted to pretend she was calm, but when his slender fingers fell at her neckline and, with a sharp tearing sound, ripped open her upper garment, she could no longer keep her composure.

“Have you even looked at my face? Looking like this — could you really stomach it?”

There was still that hideous scar on her face. Was he blind and could not see it?

“So long as the inside suits my taste, a little ugliness on the outside is no matter.” The man swung his long legs and sat down at the edge of the bed.

Feng Jiu’er, like a boneless doll, instantly tumbled into his arms — soft and yielding, without even the slightest capacity to resist.

Di Wu Ya’s words left her, after a brief moment, with a face flushed crimson with shame: “Shameless!”

“Teeth?” Di Wu Ya narrowed his eyes slightly, then suddenly broke into a faint, indifferent smile. “I have them.”

She stared at him with wide, dewy eyes, not yet understanding at first what he meant.

But then Di Wu Ya abruptly lowered his head and bit her on the neck! The sharp sting of it made her understand at once.

Teeth — he did have them. Not only that, but sharp ones indeed.

Blast it all — she had not meant teeth in the literal sense, and he had done it deliberately!

“You — stop! Don’t touch me!” Her upper garment was stripped away by him. Her skirt traced a graceful arc through the air before drifting lightly to the floor.

“Wait — I’m this ugly, can you truly not see? You — ah!”

She was thrown down onto the bed, lying face down. His large palm came down on the small of her back, pinning Feng Jiu’er so completely that she could not stir a muscle.

If not for the fact that he had damaged her meridians, would she truly have been left without even the strength to resist?

She had originally meant to investigate and expose the true culprit behind her wet nurse’s death — and yet, she had somehow stumbled straight into the jaws of this particular tiger.

“Why me?” Given her appearance, even if this man were blind, he would never have come looking for her. Moreover, she had heard things about the legendary Di Wu Ya — he was a figure of tremendous renown.

Why had he come looking for her?

Di Wu Ya did not answer. He seemed to be a man who did not particularly care for speaking. Though they had not spent long together, Feng Jiu’er could sense that he was not someone of many words. The things he had said to her earlier already amounted to quite a lot by his standards.

A chill swept across her skin. Feng Jiu’er felt a despairing certainty: even the innermost layer of her clothing had been pulled away by him.

The man bore down on her from behind, and a scorching breath fell close against her.

Knowing escape was now hopeless, she shut her eyes, bit down hard on her lower lip, and braced herself for the humiliation to come.