"It should have been done by the Kongtong Sect."
The Saintess of Xiaoyao slightly moved her delicate white jade finger, and that note fell into her palm.
Then, she opened the note and saw written on the snowy white paper: "Ye Demon, if you wish to save someone, meet at the manor."
A brief nine words disclosed everything.
"Heh, just some guys trying to be mysterious."
Ye Xuan chuckled faintly, a trace of coldness flashing in his eyes. He was very angry, and his previously flushed face turned livid at this moment. He suddenly turned his head, staring intently at the Saintess of Xiaoyao, and said indifferently: "Dare you go with me?"
"Why wouldn't I dare?"
The Saintess of Xiaoyao couldn't help but smile, yet her heart trembled a bit.
During the past two days of interacting with Ye Xuan, she had never seen Ye Xuan so angry.
That kind of ferocious, eerie look was truly terrifying, sending a chill down the Saintess's spine, a pale hue washed over her face.
