Chen Xuanqing moved his body gently, sitting down beside Tang Yuehua as naturally as could be, the distance between the two of them closing until they could almost feel each other's breath.
This sudden intimacy caused a trace of displeasure to well up in Tang Yuehua's heart; she frowned slightly, yet strove to maintain a calm expression on her face, letting nothing show.
Sensing Tang Yuehua's subtle emotional shift, the corner of Chen Xuanqing's mouth curled into a meaningful smile as he said softly, "The Pavilion Master's surname is Tang, which is truly a coincidence. I wonder what ties the Pavilion Master might have with the world-shaking Clear Sky Sect? And what sort of relationship do you share with that Number One Genius of the Clear Sky Sect, Tang Hao?"
Hearing this, Tang Yuehua instantly grew vigilant.
She cast a deep look at Chen Xuanqing, then unostentatiously and quietly widened the distance between them.
At this moment Tang Yuehua had no wish to reveal too much of her identity and background, especially in front of a man who looked so refined yet was actually so deeply scheming.
Drawing a deep breath, she tried her best to make her voice sound calm and resolute: "I do indeed have some ties to the Clear Sky Sect. But as for Tang Hao, I am not acquainted with him; I have merely heard of some of his deeds and know that he is the pride of the Clear Sky Sect."
Unsatisfied with Tang Yuehua's reply, Chen Xuanqing shook his head and leaned in close once more, almost pressing right up against Tang Yuehua.
Faced with Chen Xuanqing's closing in, Tang Yuehua felt a wave of intense discomfort.
She turned her head away, not daring to gaze any longer into Chen Xuanqing's profound eyes. The