The lives of two beggars were worthless in his eyes, but Li Xian'er cared about them, so he could not directly strike and kill them.
Wang Teng was different from the spoiled young heirs of other factions. He did not like the strong; he only liked slowly, bit by bit, winning over a woman's heart. That feeling gave him a tiny sense of accomplishment.
That tiny sense of accomplishment had drawn him in so deeply that he could not pull himself free.
The elders of Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain all knew of this peculiar habit, and they were immensely pleased with it. Their young master's quirk was simply wonderful.
That way, they would not have to fear offending other factions. If they let their young master do as he pleased, perhaps one day he might lure back the daughter of some other great power's leader. That would be a huge profit.
Thus, not only did Ten Thousand Swords Holy Mountain not suppress Wang Teng's strange habit, they strongly supported it.
This man's peculiar habit could rival Taiyuan's, but in terms of class, he was not even one ten-thousandth of Taiyuan's equal.
"Miss Xian'er, are you all right? This so-called Young Master Wang Teng did not give you any trouble, did he?"
At that moment, Ye Buqu approached with a faintly mocking smile. He first asked after Li Xian'er with concern, then slapped away Wang Teng's outstretched hand.
Wang Teng's expression darkened slightly. He turned and glanced at Li Qitian beside him.
Li Qitian immediately understood. Looking at Ye Buqu, he opened his mouth and began to curse.
"You little bastard! Since you know Young Master Wang Teng's identity, how dare you still behave so rudely? Young Master Wang Teng is worth a thousand pieces of gold—how can a beggar