Just as the Fang Family Member had expected, Jiang Xiaomeng had nearly gone mad with anxiety these past few days.
She had grown up in the Heavenly Dawn Sect, and her father was its sect master, so calling her the sect's Young Lady was hardly an exaggeration.
Because of her status, countless people in the sect had fawned over her since childhood. Raised in such an environment, she had developed no sense of her own limits.
She liked handsome men. Whenever a man was reasonably good-looking, she liked to steal a few extra glances, and if she got close enough, she would even reach out to touch him.
Although she never went any further than that, she still gave quite a few ordinary male cultivators a terrible fright.
After all, she was the sect leader's daughter. No matter how dissatisfied they were, none dared scold her, much less strike her.
There had once been just such a case: after being harassed, a male cultivator had called Jiang Xiaomeng shameless in front of everyone.
Those words had made Jiang Xiaomeng so angry that she cried for days. She had even declared that touching him was doing him a favor-with looks like his, he was not even fit to warm her bed!
The incident had caused quite a stir. At the very least, practically everyone in the sect who ought to know about it had heard.
Afterward, that disciple had been ostracized in the outer gate.
The disciples who could enter the Heavenly Dawn Sect were all pragmatic cultivators. To put it bluntly, they were there for resources. How could anyone expect a good outcome after offending the sect leader's daughter like that?
Sure enough, before long, all sorts of problems began cropping up for that disciple. The Mission Hall deliberately delayed