"Stop it. I'm going over the accounts right now."
Night fell, and the glow of a red candle lit Ya Fei's room.
"You look at your accounts, and I'll look at you. Neither gets in the other's way." Xiao Yan held her on his lap.
"Then keep your hands still." Ya Fei rolled her eyes at him.
"All right." Xiao Yan actually stopped moving, merely holding her waist and gently breathing in her delicate fragrance.
"How did your trip to the Misty Cloud Sect go today? Didn't you win over that Sect Master Yun of yours?" Ya Fei asked as she studied the accounts.
"No. She's a sect master, after all. I couldn't get straight to the point the moment we met."
"Didn't you get straight to the point the first time you met me?"
Ya Fei gave a soft huff.
"What did that Sect Master Yun want with you?"
"The Misty Cloud Sect's former sect master, Yun Shan, is dying. She asked me to help."
"So how did you help?"
"One Sect Breaking Pill could take care of it. How else would I help?" Xiao Yan said casually.
"One Sect Breaking Pill!" The previously composed Ya Fei abruptly turned around.
How immense was the value of a Sect Breaking Pill to a Dou Huang expert? A pill like that would easily fetch over ten million gold coins at auction, and even with the money, there were none to be bought.
If one were tossed into the Jia Ma Imperial Capital, it would be enough to plunge the capital into war.
"You really are willing to bleed your coffers dry to chase women." Ya Fei gritted her teeth, a trace of jealousy in her lovely eyes.
"Hehe, I actually gave her two. I was worried one wouldn't be enough," Xiao