After indulging in his own fantasies for a while, a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of Xia Xuan's lips.
That smile carried a certainty of success, along with a deep, lecherous malice.
He then cast another long look toward Lin Ming and Zi Yan. A meaningful gleam flashed through his narrow eyes before he swept his sleeve, and the pale golden curtains fell once more.
The four Dragon Horse spirit beasts sensed their master's command and raised their heads in a resounding neigh. Their silver-white manes streamed like banners in the wind, lightning surging beneath their hooves as they transformed into a dazzling streak of silver-white light, pulling the magnificent golden carriage toward the other side of the city.
The carriage tore through the air with thunderous force and vanished in the blink of an eye behind the towering buildings in the eastern part of the city. Only a few lingering traces of lightning remained in midair, crackling as they slowly faded.
"That guy's gaze is disgusting." Zi Yan frowned as she watched Xia Xuan leave.
She held the teacup before her in both hands, her fingertips whitening slightly from the force of her grip. Clearly, her anger had yet to subside.
Although Xia Xuan had concealed it well and put on the appearance of a refined gentleman, Zi Yan was extremely perceptive. The Dragon-Phoenix Bloodline had granted her not only a powerful body and astonishing talent, but also an almost instinctive spiritual awareness.
When Xia Xuan's gaze had swept over her earlier, she had clearly caught that filthy thought, no matter how deeply he had hidden it.
That thought was like the tongue of a venomous snake, carrying a nauseating damp chill and greed. If she had not known that Xia Xuan possessed a formidable background, and that