A handsome young man dressed in a feather-patterned Daoist robe drifted down to the ground. With a quick snap, he unfurled the feather fan in his hand, its surface patterned with fine, faintly visible plumes.
Zhou Yunyi straightened his snow-white feather robe in Jiang Xuanli's direction, then adjusted the Xiangling Feather Fan.
Only after seeing that she hadn't reacted did he step forward.
"Fairy Xuanli." Zhou Yunyi deliberately used an intimate form of address. As he gently fanned himself, streaks of immortal light shimmered around him. "Since we last parted at the Heavenly Secret Martial Tournament, your bearing has grown even more captivating..."
Jiang Xuanli didn't even turn her head. She merely raised a hand.
Two golden-armored guards immediately stepped forward with their halberds held crosswise, their tips glinting with cold light.
Zhou Yunyi's fanning hand froze. Even the hand holding his Folding Fan hung motionless in midair.
At a glance from her, the gray-robed old servant behind him immediately dropped to his knees and presented a gilded Brocade Box. Even with the lid still closed, the fragrance of pills wafted out. "Your Highness, this is the Nine-Turn Profound Feather Pill treasured by our clan..."
Jiang Xuanli finally turned her head, her gaze sweeping over Zhou Yunyi's face like a blade of frost.
Just as Zhou Yunyi thought he had finally won the attention of this beauty...
"The Nine-Turn Profound Feather Pill?" A mocking curve tugged at her lips. "It seems that Qin Tiandi still went easy on your Zhou Clan last time. You can even afford to bring out such a treasured pill."
The faces of the Zhou Clan members turned ashen.
Their old wound had yet to scab over, and now it had been ripped open, bloody and raw. With just a glance, Heavenly Emperor Qin had made