The ancient figure wore a black-and-white Daoist robe. His long hair was thick and jet-black, yet the hair at both temples had strangely turned white.
He was handsome. Even with the appearance of a middle-aged man, he was still enough to set many women's hearts racing.
"What are you so nervous about? Carry on. This Saint has always championed the great harmony of life. The union of man and woman is the most beautiful thing in the world. Please, continue."
An expectant smile appeared on the Yin-Yang Evil Saint's face, uncannily similar to those of certain shut-ins from Xiao Yan's previous life who had switched on their computers and prepared their tissues.
Had that face not been so handsome, it would probably have looked utterly sleazy.
Looking at that faintly sinister face, Xiao Yan pondered for a moment before finally releasing Yao Ling from his iron grip, then swiftly darted aside.
"Xiao Yan..." Yao Ling could no longer maintain her usual icy composure. Terrifying killing intent filled her beautiful eyes.
"I will repay today's humiliation someday."
"Don't put it like that. We were only competing for heavenly flames. Please don't make an enemy of me." Faced with Yao Ling's hatred, Xiao Yan shamelessly spread his hands.
Daring to bear a grudge against the Xiao Clan's Emperor's Son was a road to death.
"Does competing for heavenly flames require you to be this filthy?" Yao Ling was nearly driven mad with anger, and a faint mist of tears even gathered in her beautiful eyes.
When had the proud Saint Daughter of the Yao Clan ever suffered such harassment?
"Heh heh, good, very good. You're a truly shameless brat. This Saint likes you very much." Before the two could finish their exchange, the middle-aged man spoke again with a laugh.
At those