Her gaze fell on the deliberately retained scars covering Yang Lingtian, and concern showed in her eyes.
Yang Lingtian laughed coldly inwardly. As expected, this witch was deep and calculating, pretending to care about him.
He deliberately waved his hand with a bold air. "They're merely minor injuries. They're not worth mentioning."
"But Miss Liu, you're frail. If you encounter danger again, I, Yang, will be unable to set my mind at ease."
He spoke with such heartfelt sincerity that it seemed he truly cared about Liu Ruyan's safety.
When Liu Ruyan heard the words "you're frail," an imperceptible chill flashed deep in her eyes.
Yet her face took on an even more delicate expression.
"Young Master Yang is so righteous. Ruyan is eternally grateful."
She lowered her head slightly, her voice carrying a hint of a sob.
"In that case, I'll have to trouble Young Master Yang."
Seeing that the moment was ripe, Yang Lingtian said, "Miss Liu, let us set off, then."
With that, Yang Lingtian urged his divine power into motion and carried Liu Ruyan into the sky.
He deliberately controlled his speed, neither fast nor slow, flying toward the direction of the Xuanba Sword Sect that Liu Ruyan had indicated.
Along the way, Liu Ruyan pulled out every trick in the book to tease him.
At times, she moaned softly, saying that her wounds hurt.
At others, she deliberately twisted her delicate body, rubbing against him in his arms.
That soft touch and intoxicating fragrance continually stimulated Yang Lingtian's senses.
Had he been any other man, his thoughts would have long since run wild, and he would have found it difficult to control himself.
But who was Yang Lingtian?
His heart was as firm as rock and his will unshakable. Such a tiny temptation was no