Sending Yin (9)

Under that gaze, goosebumps rose involuntarily across Yu Xing's back.

He let himself enjoy the novel sensation as he passed along the information, playing along with Zhao Yijiu, who had already told him about his personal Main Quest: "First of all, I'm no saint, but you can't just accuse me of eloping."

The escort chief, trying to prove his innocence, shot him a hostile look and sneered:

"As you can see, I have a delivery to make. The mountain roads are difficult, and the Saintess happens to have something that can help me. Besides, I saved her life, so she has to come with me now."

Zhao Yijiu sized him up for a few seconds, looking intrigued. "Taking advantage of a debt of gratitude?"

"So what if I am?" Yu Xing glanced at him. "Besides, when I say I saved her life, aren't you even curious about what happened to her?"

"That's not something I need to care about." Zhao Yijiu played the cold, inhuman "Dog God" to perfection. He took several forceful steps closer. "I just need to take her with me."

There was no reasoning with him.

The two stared at each other in silence.

After a while, Yu Xing was the first to provoke him. "What if I refuse to let her go?"

Zhao Yijiu narrowed his eyes. "Then I'll have to take her by force."

Before the words had even left his mouth, the escort chief's whip had already cracked through the air. Zhao Yijiu dodged to the side, then pushed off the ground and lunged at Yu Xing almost at the same time.

He kept some of the fighting style befitting the title "Dog God." His moves were ferocious and ruthless, with no real form or pattern, but he was as untamed as a wild