That pair of long, pale legs was worth more than Ye Lin's life.
"Young master, my name is Ye Lingxi. And you?"
As though nothing had happened, Ye Lingxi lowered her arm, then raised her right hand toward Ye Lin.
"Ye Lin."
With extreme reluctance, Ye Lin reached out and shook Ye Lingxi's hand.
"Wonderful! My name is Ye Lingxi, and yours is Ye Lin. That means we really are fated. Perhaps hundreds of thousands of years ago, we were even one family."
Ye Lingxi suddenly clasped Ye Lin's hand to her chest. Feeling that soft fullness in his palm, Ye Lin immediately yanked his hand free.
"Get lost while I can still keep my temper under control."
Ye Lin said coldly.
"Ooh~ so domineering. I like it. Domineering men are exactly my type."
Seeing Ye Lin looking so captivating, Ye Lingxi placed both hands beneath her chin and narrowed her eyes, the picture of a die-hard Ye Lin fangirl.
"What rotten luck."
Ye Lin did not linger. He waved a hand and turned to leave. He had only just arrived and already run into a madman—nearly getting hunted down in the process. Better to leave as soon as possible.
"Xiao Lin, let me tell you something. The ones chasing me just now were from the Mistveil Sect. The Mistveil Sect is famed throughout the Northern Frontier for its poison arts. Since you saved me, they've already assumed you're on my side."
"The Mistveil Sect excels at poison arts and is extremely sensitive to one's aura. You could say they've already memorized your aura. Perhaps they've issued a bounty to hunt you down by now."
"Most, most, most importantly, the Mistveil Sect is immensely powerful. There's even a Mystic Immortal stationed within the sect. If you leave now, you might