Lin Heng first crept off to find the Little Demoness, then planned to go see Wanqing and the others afterward.
Jiang Caiyan was carrying a medicine pot, hurrying back toward her own courtyard.
She immediately sensed an invisible pressure closing in, and the next moment, her body seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell.
She actually slowed down bit by bit, as though something was telling her that this moment was forbidden.
Nascent Soul Middle Stage, only one step away from the late stage.
But against Lin Heng, who possessed strength at the early Spirit Transformation stage, it still was not enough to look at!
The pressure radiating from Lin Heng was heavy, so heavy that the medicine pot in her hands was nearly unsteady.
In the end, an icy chill pressed against her back, and two hands directly covered her eyes.
"Jie jie jie..."
"(ˉ?ˉ;) Lin Heng, is this really fun?" Jiang Caiyan said, speechless at his behavior.
She stuck out her butt and directly bumped him away.
Turning around to look at him, with her pouting little mouth, resentful gaze, and that slightly cool and indifferent air, her long hair draped over her shoulders and the moon's shadow reflected beneath her feet, she truly became more lovable the longer one looked.
"Why weren't you scared!"
"I laughed so sinisterly, just like a demonic cultivator!"
"In Green Pavilion Sect, aside from you, this lecherous demon, who would dare flirt with me? So stop playing these scare tactics. I'm not a child!"
After saying that, she turned and left.
Lin Heng immediately followed after her, looked at the medicine pot in her hands, and said, "Black Robe still hasn't recovered? He can't be that fragile, right? Why do I feel like he's deliberately pretending to be injured to