Damn it, what kind of unofficial history was this orthodox?!
One Qianxun Ji had left the Angel race unable to hold their heads high for ten thousand years!
Just as Ling Bai regretted that Qianxun Ji's corpse had vanished and could not be dug up for a whipping, Ling Luochen seemed to foresee how tonight would end. She swept her gaze across the dim secret chamber, her body relaxing as though resigned to fate, and said calmly:
"Fine. If you're coming, then come."
"...You're not going to resist?" Ling Bai looked stunned.
"There's nothing to resist." Ling Luochen pressed her crimson lips together. "The Nine Treasures Glazed Tile Sect is your home. With your strength, you could suppress me in the blink of an eye. Anyway, I can't find a man. At least you're formidable, so I wouldn't lose out by following you.
"I'm a germaphobe. The secret chamber is too filthy, and there isn't even a bed. Next time, please just come to my room.
"Oh, if you like the atmosphere of a secret chamber, pretend I said nothing."
With that, she earnestly condensed an ice bed with her Ice Element. She moved with graceful steps and sat upon it.
Looking up at Ling Bai, Ling Luochen seemed to see the undisguised shock on his handsome face. Her brows drew together in confusion. After hesitating for two seconds, she gently pulled apart her hands, exposing her smooth, pearly-white shoulders.
Ling Bai could no longer sit still. If he let Ling Luochen's imagination run any further, she would probably strip herself into a delectable little lamb. He hurriedly adopted the bearing of a righteous gentleman. "As everyone knows, official history may not be official enough, but unofficial history is always history.
"Read less of that messy nonsense in the future.