"Zhao Yan wants to see me?"
Looking at the visiting card in his hand, Li Su, whose cultivation had once again been interrupted, couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.
He had not gone easy on her maid.
All things considered, he had only left her with a breath of life. Saving her would come at no small cost, and even then, she would be crippled.
In a sense, that counted as a declaration of his stance. Calling it enmity would not be an exaggeration.
Yet after two weeks of silence, she had actually taken the initiative to send him a visiting card, asking to meet him.
One had to know that Zhao Yan had not held the slightest favor toward the previous Pei Feng. Whenever they met, it had always been the original owner who went to places she might visit and pestered her.
In fact, in his memories, the number of conversations between them—especially the times Zhao Yan had spoken—was fewer than ten.
And most of those had been her taking her leave with extreme politeness, or simply ordering him to be shown out.
They had never had a normal conversation even once.
That was why Li Su called the original owner love-brained, but had never called the Seed of the Way's saintess a scheming bitch.
Who would have thought that now that he had cut down her maid, this woman would instead take the initiative?
Drawing in a breath, Li Su looked at the messenger and asked directly, "Did she say why?"
The other man froze. Pei Feng's act of killing her maid had once left people dumbfounded, but as the saying went, it was easier to change rivers and mountains than one's nature. Coupled with the increasingly rampant gossip outside—such as the notion that