"Gu Huang, haven't you been coveting my beauty? I could give myself to you and serve you for a few days. Would that satisfy you?"
Jiang Wanyue's face bore the resolve of someone ready to stake everything.
The corners of Song Wen's lips rose slightly in an ambiguous smile.
"Madam Jiang, your stalling tactic is rather too obvious. You said yourself that you had already sent word of your son's death to Xiao Wenyan at the distant Sword-Seeking Sect. Presumably, he'll arrive before long. Besides, Xiao Qiuhe has already gone back to raise the alarm, and with Elder Xu dead, the Xiao Household will likely send someone here soon as well. If I really spent a few days indulging in pleasure with you, I'd probably lose my life."
"Stop talking nonsense," Jiang Wanyue said. "If I truly gave myself to you to buy time, wouldn't my husband Xiao Wenyan and the people from the Xiao Household catch us in the act when they arrived? Then not only would my good name be ruined in an instant, leaving me branded a woman who would bed any man, but the Xiao Household would likely have no place for me anymore. What would I gain from that?"
"A good name?" Song Wen said disdainfully. "Does that matter to cultivators like us? Especially those like you and me, who have already transcended our tribulations and become immortals. Which of us hasn't used every means available to achieve our goals? Why would we care about a mere reputation? If your plan succeeds, all you lose is that inconsequential so-called good name, while I lose my life."
"Gu Huang, I have absolutely no intention of deceiving you. Please believe me." Jiang Wanyue spoke earnestly, striving to win Song Wen's trust. "Besides, fighting me to the death