Ren Yingying and Yue Lingshan had misunderstood. The people who took Yue Lingshan away in the middle of the night did not intend to assault her, but to interrogate her about the whereabouts of the Bixie Sword Manual.
Unfortunately, Ren Yingying knew none of this. She slid weakly down against the wall and sat there, her heart a tangled mess of worry and fear.
Suddenly, her heart jolted. Why was Song Qingshu the one she thought of at a time like this, rather than Chong Ge? Realizing this, she froze, and her expression grew ever more complicated.
Just as she was lost in thought, a noisy commotion suddenly came from outside the door. "Young Master, you can't go in!"
"Get lost!"
The door was immediately slammed open from outside, and a young man reeking of alcohol staggered in. Ren Yingying instinctively looked up and saw that his clothes were strange. He was neither as refined as a noble young master nor as natural as a nomad. Instead... he looked more like a bandit who had taken to the hills.
While she sized him up, he was sizing her up as well. Though the woman before him was in a prison cell, it did nothing to diminish her peerless beauty. In particular, her snow-white skin was faintly flushed, making his appetite stir and leaving him wanting to pounce on her and bite her hard.
Noticing the lewdness in his gaze, Ren Yingying frowned in disgust. Yet in the young man's eyes, she looked shy and alluring, and his heart swayed. "Everyone in the martial world says Miss Ren of the Sun Moon Holy Cult possesses beauty that could topple kingdoms, too lovely to be described. Seeing you today, the rumors were no exaggeration."
Ren Yingying's expression turned cold. "Since you know