When Tang Yan woke from cultivating, it was already broad daylight outside.
Feeling the abundant spiritual energy within him, Tang Yan strolled out of his room.
Pushing open the bedroom door, he happened to see Zi Yun sitting on the table outside, gazing somewhat absently at the flowers and plants in the courtyard.
"Oh, Miss Zi, you didn't go out today?" Tang Yan asked with a smile.
Turning her head and seeing Tang Yan, Zi Yun froze briefly, then asked in surprise, "When did you get back?"
"During the night. It was late, so I didn't disturb you," Tang Yan said with a smile.
As though recalling Tang Yan's recklessness last time, Zi Yun's neck flushed slightly. She snorted coldly. "Good thing you didn't."
Tang Yan felt a chill down his back and offered an ingratiating smile. "I wouldn't dare, wouldn't dare."
"Sit down. Keep me company for a while." Zi Yun poured Tang Yan a cup of tea.
Looking at the purple-clad girl, whose face bore a faint trace of worry, Tang Yan's heart softened. "Silly girl, is something troubling you?" he asked gently.
The moment he said it, Tang Yan regretted it. In a moment of carelessness, he had called this woman "silly girl" again.
Zi Yun seems preoccupied right now. Surely she didn't hear what I called her?
Tang Yan kept praying inwardly, but reality always ran counter to people's wishes. He felt a powerful aura lock onto him.
"Miss Zi, haha, what did you want to talk about?" Tang Yan feigned composure.
"Talk, my ass! What did you just call me?" Before Tang Yan could react, he felt a powerful suction force, and his body flew into the air. Knowing he could not escape, Tang Yan howled, "Not the face! I make my living with this