A Guilty Conscience

Seeing a flash of malice in Qin Guan's eyes, Zi Qing raised her delicate brows. "What, you're unhappy? Want to fight me?"

Qin Guan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I don't want to cultivate here. I want to go downstairs."

It was as if Zi Qing had seen right through his thoughts. "I know you have a Little Black Tower. I know everything about you, so don't worry. Aside from the Chaos Qi on you, I'm not interested in anything else."

Hearing Zi Qing's words, Qin Guan narrowed his eyes. It seemed this woman had had her eye on him for a long time.

"Even a cup of tea here costs five million Dao Stones. I can't afford to stay."

"Suit yourself. The entire Immortal Pavilion belongs to me, anyway." Zi Qing smiled faintly and waved her sleeve, gesturing for Qin Guan to leave.

Without another word, Qin Guan turned and walked away.

"Wait!"

Qin Guan had just started to leave when Zi Qing suddenly called after him.

Without looking back, Qin Guan asked, "What do you want now?"

Zi Qing looked at Qin Guan and teased him. "Call me 'big sister.' Let me hear it."

At her words, Qin Guan's fists clenched involuntarily. This crazy woman was clearly messing with him on purpose.

"What, you won't even call me 'big sister'?"

Zi Qing's voice was a little languid. "Then I'll have to think about selling you to the Yin Yang Dao Court..."

"Sister Qing." Qin Guan practically gritted those words out.

"Haha!"

Zi Qing smiled with satisfaction. "That's more like it. Go on, and remember to hand over a thousand strands of Chaos Qi on time tomorrow."

Qin Guan strode away. Once he was out of the private room, he let out a long breath