Upon hearing this, Moon Qin Saintess's face frosted over. With a touch of anger, she let out a delicate snort. "Hmph, had I known this earlier, I would not have sheltered you."
Of course she was angry. She had not expected that Yang Chen had never intended to save her from the very beginning. Yet upon thinking it over carefully, she found his words a little more believable.
Yang Chen had been a complete stranger to her at first. Even if she was as beautiful as a flower, there was no need for Yang Chen to provoke Purgatory Gate's many powerful enemies because of her, was there?
Still, though she understood the reasoning, she could not help but feel her anger surge upward. Did that mean that, once all the inexplicable factors were ruled out, this brat could simply choose not to save her?
It was infuriating.
Yang Chen naturally saw that Moon Qin Saintess was angry. Cursing himself inwardly for misspeaking and blurting this matter out as well, he hurriedly explained, "Of course, after saving Your Highness Moon Qin, I discovered that my choice back then had not been wrong. Your Highness Moon Qin is understanding and incomparably beautiful. Had I not saved you then, I would surely have regretted it for the rest of my life."
"Your tongue is certainly sweet, brat. I see that you have cultivated for less than fifty years, while I am older than you by who knows how much. If I truly stooped to your level, it would be rather unbecoming. Forget it. I will indulge you a little. I will not hold this matter against you," Moon Qin Saintess said.
She was not merely a little older; she was practically a whole generation older than Yang Chen.
In truth, her cultivation age