Cao Ye was truly enraged. "Ziyi isn't a disciple of the Nine Stars Sect. Don't tell me she belongs to your Boundless Island instead?"
The sect camp was under attack by the Mystic Gate, and he was already overwhelmed. Yet Luo Ji had suddenly pulled this stunt at such a time, thoroughly stoking his fury. If not for Luo Ji's extraordinary background, he would have taught him a lesson long ago. Why would he tolerate his incessant babbling?
Luo Ji said blandly, "That's right. Ziyi has already agreed to leave with me. From now on, she has nothing to do with the Nine Stars Sect."
"What a joke!" Cao Ye laughed in extreme anger. His icy gaze fell upon the purple-clad woman behind Luo Ji. Her face was expressionless as she stared blankly up at the sky, as though none of this had anything to do with her.
She was not ignoring Cao Ye, nor was she trying to wash her hands of the matter. She had simply been born this way. Although Cao Ye and this purple-clad woman were fellow disciples and had known each other for several years, they had exchanged fewer than three sentences from beginning to end. No matter when it was, she always looked like this. Whatever anyone asked, she paid no heed.
Cao Ye had always felt that this junior sister of his was a very strange person. It was not that she was cold; rather, she was indifferent to everything under heaven, as though nothing in this world could stir her interest.
Thus, no matter what Luo Ji claimed she had agreed to, Cao Ye would never believe it. How could a woman like this casually agree to anything someone else asked of her?
Withdrawing his gaze, Cao Ye said coldly, "Luo Ji,