Jealous Flames

Leng Qiu walked so fast she practically fled the Grade-A Outer Sect Area.

A mountain breeze swept over her.

Her heart suddenly lurched.

Oh no! Her robe.

She had taken off her Cyan Inner Sect Deacon Robe and draped it over the stone bench when her blood and qi had surged, leaving her restless.

She had left in such a hurry that she had forgotten it.

Leng Qiu's cool, composed face flushed scarlet.

"Lu Zhen, that scoundrel..." She gritted her teeth, unable to stop picturing the way he had acted without a shred of restraint.

Her robe was still with him...

Worse yet!

Leng Qiu's breathing quickened.

Would he think she had left it there on purpose?

No, I didn't. Leng Qiu's denial sounded feeble even in her own mind, and she could not cool the heat in her cheeks.

Just then, the strange bloodline lying dormant within her sensed the violent turmoil in her heart and surged.

Lu Zhen's mischievous grin flashed before her eyes, along with the sharp, overwhelming force of his presence when he had drawn close.

"Damn it."

Leng Qiu clenched her fists until her knuckles ached.

Her bloodline was on the verge of running wild. She did not dare go back for the robe.

Whoosh!

Leng Qiu flashed away, pushing her movement technique to its limit as she raced back to her Dormitory.

On a Grade-A Spirit Peak of the Inner Sect, in a spacious courtyard residence.

Qi Xuan reclined in a chair covered with Snow Spirit Marten fur.

He was in an excellent mood.

He came from a small world, after all. It took hardly any provocation. Qi Xuan gloated to himself. *Three months? Does he really think he's an immortal reborn? Once that Life-and-Death Contract is signed, not even the king of