Yang Bingqing watched as the sea boat slowly sailed away, gradually turning into a black dot in the distance. His face darkened, and he assumed a sinister tone, saying, "Hmph, Shan Huizhen, you may be lofty and untouchable now, but in a few days, when Demon King Qiao seizes your Yuan Yin and grants you to me, I'll see how you wag your tail and beg in front of me then."
He let out a wild laugh, muttered a spell under his breath, and pointed at the sky. A short sword transformed into a beam of white light and shot upward.
After glaring hatefully for a few moments, he stepped onto his Magic Artifact and departed.
Once the items and furnishings—decorative ornaments and tables—were properly arranged, Miss Shan lifted the curtain, seated herself on the couch within the pavilion, and settled down.
