"In that case, why don't you go have another heart-to-heart with Her Highness tonight?"
Seeing Xiao Yan's expression, Ya Fei turned her head slightly away.
"I still couldn't bear to leave you alone in an empty bedchamber," Xiao Yan said earnestly.
"Keep pretending." Ya Fei pursed her lips, took out an envelope, and handed it to Xiao Yan.
"This is an invitation from the Misty Cloud Sect. You're their great benefactor now. Apparently, they're planning a lavish banquet to thank you. They even want to put up a statue of you at the sect."
"A statue?" Xiao Yan froze, then gave a somewhat helpless chuckle.
The Misty Cloud Sect certainly knew how to scheme. If they erected a statue of him, his relationship with the sect really would be bound tight.
Xiao Yan had no intention of binding himself to that sect. He only wanted to bind himself to that stunning master-and-disciple pair.
"I've delivered the letter. The rest depends on what Your Excellency decides." Ya Fei watched Xiao Yan quietly.
"They can forget the statue, but since they've invited this young master, I should go pay them a visit." Xiao Yan smiled faintly.
"I knew you'd say that. That little girl Nalan Yanran will come to invite you in three days." A trace of disappointment appeared on Ya Fei's face.
"You don't look very happy." Xiao Yan glanced at her.
"How would I dare?" Ya Fei looked at Xiao Yan with an innocent expression.
"This young master thinks you've been getting bolder and bolder lately. I'll have to teach you a proper lesson tonight." Xiao Yan chuckled mischievously, teasing Ya Fei until her face flushed crimson.
Compared with the calm ease on Xiao Yan's side, the Misty Cloud Sect was awash in song and dance.
"Founding Ancestor, former Sect