"Hey, don't speak carelessly; it could bring disaster upon you."
Yun Xiaoyao hurriedly made a shushing gesture, deeply afraid that Ye Xuan would continue to speak recklessly. If any Saint Heirs overheard, Ye Xuan's fate would be dire.
Seeing the girl's cautious demeanor, Ye Xuan smiled wryly, stepped forward, and ruffled her hair. "You're quite a kind-hearted girl. The outside world is harsh; you should go back to your Daoist sect and focus on your cultivation. The outside world isn't suitable for you."
Ye Xuan's abrupt action stunned the young girl. Since her cultivation journey began, no one had ever shown her such affectionate behavior. Ye Xuan's head-rubbing was more than intimacy; it was outright presumptuous.
However, Yun Xiaoyao was clearly startled by Ye Xuan's actions, having never experienced such a thing. She stood there dumbfounded as Ye Xuan played with her hair, her face flushed red without realizing it.
"Presumptuous, how dare you disrespect my little sister!"
