Su Qiao arched a brow and looked at him with an amused smile. "What, are you scared?"
Ye Shaoxuan certainly wasn't afraid. He said seriously that in all his life, he had never been afraid of anything.
"Heh, you're underestimating me."
"I'm just really curious about where you actually come from, that's all."
Ye Shaoxuan was growing more and more curious about her identity.
At first, he had thought she was some young lady from a prominent family who had run away to have fun on a whim, accidentally joined their group, and eventually ended up at Flying Eagle Fortress.
Later, he had thought she might have come for Flying Eagle Fortress, perhaps seeking revenge or planning to deal with someone.
After all, the Martial Arts Convention was currently underway, making this a perfect opportunity.
Later still, he had even suspected for a moment that she was the missing new Cult Master of the Demonic Sect.
However, news had come from his subordinates that the Cult Master of the Demonic Sect had grown up in the mountains, was big and burly, hideously ugly, covered in poison, extremely hot-tempered, and exceptionally ruthless.
He thought that someone as beautiful and mischievous as her, who loved acting spoiled and having fun, was also extremely pampered, picky about food, and even particular about her tea, absolutely could not be that person.
After eliminating all those possibilities and considering her every word and action, along with the things she occasionally let slip, he could only investigate the daughters of the officials in the capital.
He guessed that perhaps she was the daughter of some general. That would explain her changeable temperament—sometimes she was a pampered darling, while at other times she was as cold as frost. She was also remarkably bold in speech and completely