"Mm~" Lu Qian woke from her unconsciousness.
If Zhao Xing had been here, he would have praised her. As expected of an Illusion Dancer who practiced charm spells—even her waking murmur was so alluring.
Lu Qian discovered that the foul man who had gone back on his word had already vanished.
After calculating the time, she realized she had been unconscious for two hours.
She first checked her body and found that she had not been violated, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Then fury rose within her again. "Damn that foul man! He stole my Vermilion Fruit, robbed me of my robe, yet went back on his word and left me here to fend for myself. Men really aren't trustworthy!"
"Heh." A mocking voice came from the dark forest.
"Who's there?!" Lu Qian immediately became alert and looked toward a patch of bushes.
There was only a straw man there, but after making that sound, it lost its luster.
"It was him? At least he keeps his word." Lu Qian came to her senses, then muttered, "If you ever fall into my hands next time, I'll rob you too, then spare your life..."
Zhao Xing had left a quarter of an hour ago. The reason he had left behind a straw man instead of allowing Lu Qian to fend for herself was not because he had gone soft or pitied her, nor because he rigidly kept his promises.
The main reason was that East Lake Mountain was watched by Yin gods. Every move made by the clerks was observed.
If he promised to spare Lu Qian, only for her to be carried off by wild beasts in the forest, it would be detrimental to Zhao Xing's subsequent ascent up the mountain.
There was a Mountain God Temple