"But... this is already the fifth group Yun Ge Sect has sent. If something happens to them too, then the next time they come, I'm afraid it will be the elders of Yun Ge Sect."
"I considered that as well, which was why I didn't rashly make a move against them."
Lin Qiao'er hurriedly said, her expression growing ever more worried.
"Don't worry. Of all the groups of disciples who have come, those two have the lowest cultivation. One is merely at Qi Refining Stage Two, and the other at Qi Refining Stage Three. In any cultivation sect, they're nothing but servants and cannon fodder."
"No one will care no matter how many people like that die!"
"Besides, so what if an elder comes?! Behind me is..."
At the mention of Su Shi'er and the other, the man wore a look of utter disdain.
Halfway through speaking, however, he seemed to recall something and hastily shut his mouth, saying no more.
Seeing this, disappointment flashed through Lin Qiao'er's eyes before she hesitantly asked, "All right! Then... when does Martial Brother plan to make a move?"
"Tomorrow morning. We'll wait until they leave!" the man casually said, reaching for Lin Qiao'er's wrist again.
"Martial sister, you said before that you would mourn your father for half a year. Now that half a year has passed, isn't it time to give yourself to me?"
As he spoke, the man bared his teeth in a lecherous, impatient grin.
Disgust flashed through Lin Qiao'er's eyes, yet none of it showed on her face. Instead, she wore a sweet smile.
Only when he seized her wrist did she let out a sigh and say, "Of course! It's just that one of those two earlier—the skinny one—felt rather strange."
"I'm afraid that if we delay, changes