Jiang Wantang shot Jiang Che a coquettish glare.
Then she raised her jade-white, delicate hand and, embarrassed and annoyed, slapped away the large hand that was still acting arrogantly in front of her.
"You... you smooth-tongued little bastard!"
"Stop trying to sweet-talk me here..."
Jiang Wantang bit her glistening red lips and let out a soft, coquettish hum.
"If you have that much free time, you'd better hurry up and go check on those seventeen or eighteen girlfriends you brought back."
"I'd like to see how you plan to soothe their tempers after this mess tonight."
As she spoke, she adjusted the slightly disheveled collar of her silk nightdress.
"Hmph, I'm going to bed, Good Brother. I definitely won't pay you any attention tonight!"
"As punishment, you're not allowed to say a single word to me before breakfast tomorrow morning!"
The utterly harmless threat had barely fallen when Jiang Wantang gave Jiang Che no chance to continue pestering her.
Her figure swayed slightly, carrying a fragrant breeze. Like a startled swan beneath the moon, she slipped free of Jiang Che's embrace and dashed back to her room as if fleeing for her life.
With a bang.
The door was tightly shut, followed immediately by the crisp sound of the lock clicking into place.
The corridor fell silent once more.
Jiang Wantang's cultivation had long since stabilized completely at the Mid-Celestial Realm.
Across the entire Dragon Kingdom's martial world, she was already a peerless prodigy rarely seen in a thousand years, more than qualified to establish her own sect.
As long as she wasn't facing Jiang Che, that super cheat who possessed a system and played dirty,
Jiang Wantang could face anyone else and arrogantly toss out the words, "Merely an ant!"
Jiang Che looked at the tightly closed wooden door,