Pei Ling was taken aback. The woman before him wore a red dress and a black headdress, her temples green and her lips red. Jewels and pearl blossoms adorned her cloudlike coiffure, and a jade hairpin slanted through her hair. Every line of her eyes and brows brimmed with bone-deep allure. Even seated high above, her expression dignified and imposing, she could not conceal her dazzling beauty. She was none other than Si Hong Qingyan!
Below her, on the steps of the dais, stood a host of beautifully dressed women from foreign races.
Most eye-catching were two golden-eyed girls standing at the very top.
Every one of these women was breathtaking. Their gazes had lost the intense hostility they'd shown Pei Ling before, and now held a kind of almost servile caution.
Pei Ling was still stunned, not yet understanding what was happening, when Si Hong Qingyan snapped coldly, "You wicked beast! Where are my ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones?"
Ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones?
Pei Ling looked bewildered, but soon remembered. Back when he and Su Lijing had made a scene before Patriarch Netherblood over Si Hong Qingyan, Patriarch Netherblood had ruled that Pei Ling was in the wrong and must pay a fine of ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones.
If he offended her again, he would be fined another ten thousand high-grade Spirit Stones...
As he recalled this, Si Hong Qingyan suddenly fumed, "You wicked beast! You dare disregard our Patriarch's command? You're a treacherous ingrate, a wolf with the heart of a wild beast!"
"Today, I'll purge the sect and deal with you properly!"
With a flash of red, Si Hong Qingyan left her throne and appeared before Pei Ling.
This time, she didn't slip. She simply struck at him with her palm.
Pei Ling raised a