"I..."
Faced with Mu Yunxin's rebuke, Fang Xingyan had none of his earlier defiance left. Instead, he stood at a loss, like a put-upon young wife.
"Why haven't you left yet?!" Mu Yunxin shouted.
Fang Xingyan remained where he was without moving. Only after a long while did he speak.
"I'll leave, but you have to leave with me."
Mu Yunxin's face was full of displeasure. "Fang Xingyan, who gave you the nerve to bargain with me?"
Then she waved her hand, as though shooing away an annoying fly.
"Get out, now!"
Fang Xingyan stood rooted to the spot, still refusing to leave. His gaze upon Mu Yunxin was exceedingly complicated—sorrow, pleading, resentment...
Just then, a coarse voice came from inside the room.
"Damn it, who's disturbing my fun?"
Before the words had even faded, a bare-chested male cultivator strode out of the room with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.
The male cultivator appeared to be in his forties and was at the middle Golden Core stage. Broad and powerfully built, he formed a stark contrast to the frail-looking Fang Xingyan.
Relying on his greater size, he glared down at Fang Xingyan from above.
"Get the hell out of here, or don't blame me for taking action!"
Fang Xingyan turned a deaf ear to the burly male cultivator's words, merely staring unblinkingly at Mu Yunxin.
Mu Yunxin, meanwhile, turned her head aside and ignored Fang Xingyan.
Seeing this, Fang Xingyan was overwhelmed by sorrow, surging over him like rivers and seas in flood.
In an instant...
Sorrow rose from his heart.
Anger sprang from sorrow.
Malice was born of anger.
He raised the azure blade in his hand, his fury transforming into chilling sword light as he slashed at the burly male cultivator, whose cultivation was an