On the arena platform, Yan Yunhe had had his fill of fun. He summoned an Immortal-Binding Rope, trussed up the instigator, then scooped him into his arms.
"My little slave has misbehaved and needs a good, thorough lesson." Yan Yunhe looked at Xie Jun, raising a brow with a teasing smile. "Congratulations on winning the beauty, Brother Xiao. We'll meet again another day."
Wen Changgeng's face was livid as he lay in Yan Yunhe's arms. "You shameless scoundrel! Who gave you permission to touch me? Put me down!"
He would rather Yan Yunhe stab him than let the man carry him like a woman!
Humiliating!
An utter disgrace!
Yan Yunhe narrowed his eyes. "Is that how you treat your master?"
Wen Changgeng exploded. "I've never acknowledged a shameless wretch like you as my master!"
Yan Yunhe smiled amiably. "I prefer you quiet and obedient. Say another word, and I'll seal your mouth the way I did that night."
"You!" Whatever Wen Changgeng remembered sent a suspicious flush across his cheeks before his face turned thunderous.
Yan Yunhe stopped teasing him. With a light push of his toes, he flew away, carrying Wen Changgeng out of everyone's sight.
That left only Xiao Qinghe and Xie Jun standing there under the crowd's scrutiny.
The city lord approached, looking at Xiao Qinghe as though he were some sort of savior.
His manner was positively fawning.
"Young hero, you are gallant and righteous, a truly extraordinary warrior. You and my daughter share the same interests and make a perfect match. Why not come to my residence now so we can discuss what comes next?"
Xiao Qinghe promptly backed away two steps.
Please stop smiling like a creep with "I'm plotting something" written all over your face. I really will take you for a pervert!