"You bitch! You're courting death!"
At the sight, the killing intent in Xingxiu's eyes instantly took tangible form. She raised her sword and lunged toward the Desire Demon King and Ling Qingzhu.
Hun Changqing dared not hesitate any longer. Finding his opening, he stepped forward, supreme yin true qi surging around him as he instantly forced the three apart.
"Enough, Xingxiu. Have you forgotten that fighting is forbidden in the council hall?"
"You have the nerve to talk about rules?"
Xingxiu glanced up, her eyes filled with icy coldness.
Hun Changqing felt rather awkward at her words, but he could hardly argue. He simply continued.
"Enough, Xingxiu. I really had no choice in this matter. I'll explain it to you later. Come to the celebration with me for now."
"I hope you can come up with a more original story this time."
Xingxiu's expression turned frosty, and she snorted. Still, she did not attack recklessly as she had before. Flicking her sleeve, she turned and strode out through the hall doors.
"Phew!"
Seeing that Xingxiu had finally settled down, Hun Changqing let out a long breath and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"My lord, that woman was truly terrifying! She frightened both me and little sister Qingzhu out of our wits!"
Only after Xingxiu left did the Desire Demon King approach. She gently patted her chest with her delicate hand, speaking in a seductive voice with a look of lingering fright.
Hun Changqing gave the Desire Demon King an indifferent glance, shook his head, and said,
"Enough. As if I don't know whether you're frightened. Stop making trouble. I'll find somewhere for you to stay."
The Desire Demon King and the others said nothing more and nodded obediently. Yet a trace of resentment quietly flashed through Ling Qingzhu's