Xuanxiao carried Ye Qingyu back to the Medical Hall and tossed her onto the bed like a sack of garbage. Ye Qingyu let out a muffled groan, feeling as though every bone in her body had been scattered. She couldn't help cursing him under her breath. What a lunatic.
"Quite feisty, aren't you? Such a stubborn mouth." Xuanxiao sneered as he reached out and gripped Ye Qingyu's chin. "My soul-searching skills aren't for show. Tell me obediently where that brat came from, and you might suffer a little less."
Ye Qingyu turned her head away from his touch and snorted. "Bah! What kind of crooked heretic are you? Do you even deserve to know my sect's name?"
"Oh? Quite loyal, aren't you?" Xuanxiao grew interested. He planned to frighten Ye Qingyu a little, so he ripped open her collar, exposing her fair shoulder. His fingers lightly traced her delicate skin. "I've changed my mind. I'll properly 'pamper' you first, then slowly pry your mouth open." He then put on a lecherous expression.
Ye Qingyu was instantly overcome with shame and fury. She struggled desperately but couldn't move. "You shameless scoundrel! How dare you!"
Xuanxiao burst into laughter, evil glinting in his eyes. "In this world, there isn't a single thing I, Xuanxiao, don't dare do!" As he spoke, he reached for the belt at Ye Qingyu's waist.
Just then, the Medical Hall's front doors burst open with a thunderous crash. A cold voice rang out as though it had come from the depths of the Nine Nether Hell. "Stop!"
Xuanxiao frowned and turned to look. A man dressed in white stood at the entrance, his handsome features peerless, yet his expression as cold as ten thousand years of ice. He held an ice-blue longsword in his hand. Chilling air radiated