"You do have a point," Jing Bei said. "Mi Man is driven by profit. If she truly intended to give herself to someone, she indeed would not choose a Rogue Cultivator like you."
Not only did Jing Bei believe Song Wen's words, but Fu Hongwen and Fu Kaiyu believed them as well.
The way Fu Hongwen looked at Song Wen softened considerably, even carrying a faint trace of guilt.
Jing Bei then turned his attention back to Mi Man.
"You truly are scheming. I nearly fell for your deception and wrongly blamed little friend Lei Yue. However, since you are unwilling to stay by my side and serve me, there is nothing I can do to you. Still, I must make you suffer a little, if only to vent little friend Fu Hongwen's anger."
As he spoke, a chilling aura abruptly erupted from his body and bore down upon Mi Man.
Mi Man immediately felt as if a mountain were pressing down on her. Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees.
"Jing Bei, what are you doing? I am a disciple of Jade Spirit Palace. If you dare kill me, you will never leave Taitan City alive!" Mi Man cried out in panic.
"I said I would merely make you suffer a little."
Jing Bei rose leisurely and walked over to Mi Man, looking down at her from above.
"This little face of yours is indeed exquisite—brows and eyes like a painting, skin fairer than snow, so tender it seems a breath could break it. If it gained an extra scar, one that could never be healed, I imagine that would be quite interesting."
Jing Bei crouched down and ran the index finger of his right hand across Mi Man's tender, dewy cheek.
His fingernail was nearly