"How could the Sect Master lie to you? Work hard. Your father and grandmother have now both pledged allegiance to the Spirit Taming Sect and settled down at the sect's residence. So long as you complete the mission successfully, your future prospects will be limitless." Bai Lan skillfully painted him a grand vision.
"Father... Grandmother..." Cheng Tianfeng's heart suddenly sank.
What did that mean? Could she be using his father and grandmother to threaten him?
Did she mean that... if he did not work hard, did not properly seduce Leng Qinghan, she would kill his father and grandmother?
How terrifying!
"...I understand, Sect Master. I know what to do." Cheng Tianfeng shut his eyes and nodded as though marching calmly to his death.
He knew he was a useless playboy, but he still had this much filial devotion. As long as his father and grandmother could be well, what did it matter if he had to endure a few more years before Leng Qinghan's iron-faced countenance and sacrifice a little of his chastity!
Bai Lan, however, frowned.
Why did Cheng Tianfeng sound so strange? Had her grand vision failed to strike a chord with him?
Forget it. It was not important.
"By your account, Leng Qinghan values you greatly now. Then have you gotten your hands on the Myriad Poisons Sect's cultivation technique?"
Bai Lan had never stopped thinking about that heaven-rank poison art!
Cheng Tianfeng's expression stiffened. "...Not yet."
Ever since he had followed the advice of Bai Lan's dog-headed strategist, he had first arranged for people to bully him before pretending to be saved by Leng Qinghan. Then he had repeatedly fallen while practicing swordsmanship until Leng Qinghan helped him up and spun him around. Finally, he had even gone to peep at him bathing in the hot