Hearing Ji Changfeng's words, which were practically flirting,
the starry eyes beneath You Ji's black veil did not change in the slightest. They remained as calm as still water, as though nothing in the world could stir her emotions.
She had lived for nearly three hundred years.
She had experienced many things. Back then, she had even followed the Demonic Sect's leader, Chou Wangyu, in attacking the Qingyun Sect.
Aside from the time that man had lifted her veil,
she had never encountered anything capable of causing her emotions to fluctuate so intensely.
Biyao could not help frowning.
She cast Ji Changfeng a somewhat disgusted look.
To her, You Ji was like a mother. After all, she had grown up by You Ji's side.
Now, someone was flirting with her mother right in front of her.
Naturally, she was angry.
Biyao stared coldly at Ji Changfeng and said, "Since when did the Qingyun Sect lower its standards for taking disciples so much? They even accepted a lecher like you?!"
Faced with Biyao's mockery,
Ji Changfeng merely smiled faintly.
One hand resting on the Dragon Slayer at his waist, he calmly stepped out of the dark corridor.
He arrived at a pavilion not far from You Ji and Biyao.
Ji Changfeng slowly stopped. Standing in the pavilion with his back to them, he looked up at the sky. The Dragon Slayer at his waist gleamed brilliantly as he asked in a calm voice,
"May I ask what brings you two to Heyang City?!"
At that, Biyao sneered. "What? Does your family own Heyang City? I can come and go whenever I please. What business is it of yours?!"
Whoosh—
The night breeze blew softly.
Ji Changfeng stood within the pavilion, his white robes fluttering as he said evenly,
"Heyang City does