Li Chuyang paid no attention to Lu Ren's challenge. Instead, he turned to Jiang Fan and said, "This trash couldn't even take one palm strike from me, yet you couldn't beat him in a fight over a woman. Is this what you wanted?"
Everyone felt as though lightning had struck them. Li Chuyang had acted for Jiang Fan's sake? Jiang Fan knew Li Chuyang?
Interested expressions spread across their faces. They sensed that today's affair was going to turn into one hell of a melodrama.
"You-"
Lu Ren's face alternated between livid and pale after being belittled so utterly. Shame and fury nearly overwhelmed him. As one of the Ten Elites, when had anyone ever treated him with such contempt?
But remembering Li Chuyang's status and cultivation, he forced himself to endure it.
Even the Dawn Society couldn't afford to offend this man. He certainly couldn't.
Li Chuyang pointed at A Ya and said, "A woman like this would crawl over on her knees and lick my toes if I crooked a finger. Vain, grasping, and snobbish-and you actually thought she would make a good wife."
A Ya turned deathly pale, not daring to utter a word.
"Get over here!" Li Chuyang barked.
A Ya's expression changed drastically. She looked to Lu Ren for help, only to see him turn his face away, ignoring her entirely.
Trembling all over, A Ya dared not disobey. She could only walk up to Li Chuyang and ask, "Y-Young Master Li, what are your instructions?"
Li Chuyang remained expressionless. "Serve me in bed tonight, and I'll give you a formal place by my side later. Are you willing?"
Disbelief appeared on A Ya's face. She nodded vigorously. "Yes. I'm willing."
At those words, Lu Ren felt his blood surge violently and spat out a