Qianyu Holy Son's gaze was sharp as he forcibly suppressed the violence in his heart.
He knew he could not make a move here directly. Otherwise, the Lan family would be difficult to answer to.
He had to find a suitable excuse. His eyes shifted, and a vicious scheme sprang to mind.
A smile once again forced its way onto his face, but it looked especially sinister.
"Little Sister Caiyu, Elder Yang." He called out loudly, interrupting the two who were admiring the flowers.
Lan Caiyu's delicate brows knitted slightly as she looked at him displeasedly. "What is it?"
Qianyu Holy Son stared fixedly at Lan Caiyu, his gaze carrying an unmistakable refusal to accept no for an answer.
"Little Sister Caiyu, you and I are betrothed. We will be husband and wife in the future."
"Although we spend little time together, both our sword arts have inherited our Lineage's true teachings."
"Amid the beautiful scenery of Hundred Flower Valley today, why don't we exchange pointers in swordsmanship and verify each other's skills? Wouldn't that be delightful?"
He put forward a suggestion that seemed "elegant."
Lan Caiyu sneered inwardly when she heard this. Exchange pointers in swordsmanship?
He was probably planning to take advantage of the opportunity—or even strike viciously, right?
Without giving it a second thought, she shook her head.
"No need. I only want to admire the flowers today. I'm not in the mood to fight."
Her refusal was crisp and decisive, and Qianyu Holy Son's expression instantly became extraordinarily ugly.
His tone suddenly turned cold, thick with menace.
"Little Sister Caiyu, what do you mean by this?"
"This Holy Son kindly proposed that we exchange pointers, yet you keep refusing."
"Could it be that you look down on this Holy Son?"
"Or are you saying that you