"Fiend Star?" Ye Qing raised an eyebrow, a twisted smile immediately spreading across his face as he walked unhurriedly toward the Aromatic Silk Beauty.
Under Ye Qing's stare, a chill ran through the Aromatic Silk Beauty. Her blooming flower immediately closed into a bud, and even her stalk shook like a leaf.
"Y-you... what are you going to do?!"
"Kekeke... you call me a Fiend Star, then ask what I'm going to do? What do you think?" Ye Qing approached the Aromatic Silk Beauty with a sinister cackle, sticking out his scarlet tongue to lick his lips. "Naturally, I'll do something a Fiend Star ought to do. Your floral scent smells quite nice. I could consider grinding you into powder to make perfume. I'm sure the results would be outstanding."
"What do you think? Kekeke~"
"No! No! Yamete~!" The Aromatic Silk Beauty let out a pink bread-loaf scream and immediately caved. "I was wrong! I'll never call you a Fiend Star again! Welcome, my lord, to your loyal Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well!"
The other immortal herbs either fell silent or played dead, not daring to spout another word.
There was no longer even a moment to mourn the Singular Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum that had sacrificed itself back then. Next to be crushed to death was Youyou, that chatterbox of an annoying Aromatic Silk Beauty!
Yet Ye Qing did not grind the trembling Aromatic Silk Beauty into powder to make perfume as those immortal herbs had expected. Instead, he put away his sinister smile, his expression turning somewhat cold.
Honestly, teasing this bunch of spineless cowards was quite boring. There was no sense of accomplishment at all.
"Enough. I won't waste words with you. Stay put. I'm not here for a meal today, so you don't need to worry