Song Wen's words had barely left his mouth when not only Yi Ji herself, but also Yuan Rong and the other two, as well as He Ying and Shi Qingcang, all revealed astonished expressions.
"What do you mean by that?" Yi Ji's expression stiffened slightly.
"To be honest, from the very first moment I saw you, Fellow Daoist... Fairy, I was struck as though by a celestial being. My Dao heart, which had lain still for ten thousand years, could no longer remain calm as placid water."
As Song Wen spoke, he moved another hundred zhang closer. His gaze fixed directly upon Yi Ji's face, his eyes brimming with tenderness.
"Fairy, your dark hair cascades like a waterfall, your eyes are like moonlight reflected upon rippling water. Every frown and smile sets my heart adrift. Since I began cultivating as Yang Yu, I have never felt so utterly lost in longing..."
"Enough!"
Yi Ji's furious shout interrupted Song Wen's heartfelt performance.
Her face was covered in frost as she stared coldly at Song Wen.
"Yang Yu, do you truly think a few honeyed words can throw my mind into disorder? I do not know what your purpose is, but you would do well to put away this pretentious farce!"
Before her words had faded, a cluster of blazing white flames suddenly shot up above Yi Ji's head.
The flames soared into the sky, yet they gave off not the slightest heat. Instead, like her face, they were incomparably icy.
A trace of undisguised anxiety flashed through Song Wen's eyes.
His figure moved, drawing close to Yi Ji once more. He stopped only when less than ten zhang separated them.
"Fairy Yi Ji, you truly have... misunderstood me. I harbor no other intention. I merely wished to make my feelings known."