As the night gradually wore on, Ye Lin sat by the window, gazing out at the darkness beyond.
Just as Ye Lin was pondering which path to take in the future, a black shadow suddenly flashed in the distance.
"Come out."
Ye Lin spoke softly.
The next moment, a rich fragrance assailed his nose. In the void before him, a woman dressed in a purple gown slowly appeared.
She cocked one pair of long, shapely legs and lay there comfortably in midair.
Her bewitching eyes quietly watched Ye Lin.
"Who are you?"
Ye Lin frowned as he looked at the woman.
"During the day, you disrupted my martial contest for a husband, and afterward, no one else dared to come up."
"You ruined my plans, then dusted yourself off and left, leaving me alone. What, aren't you planning to apologize?"
The woman said absentmindedly as she examined her jade-white palm.
"Heh, a dignified Golden Immortal holding a martial contest for a husband just to watch a bunch of Heavenly Immortals fight back and forth?"
"Do you think I'd believe that?"
"I'm in a good mood right now. Don't disturb me."
With a cold laugh, Ye Lin reached out to close the window.
But just as Ye Lin was about to make his next move, a hand gently clasped his wrist.
"You ruined my plans, dusted yourself off, and walked away. Now you're planning to shirk responsibility again. You truly are heartless."
"My martial contest for a husband was my business. Ruining my plans was yours."
"So, how do you intend to compensate me?"
The woman paid no heed to Ye Lin's threat and continued speaking, making a mountain out of a molehill.
A chilling killing intent flashed through Ye Lin's eyes.
"Scram."
With that, Ye Lin directly shut the window.