"Sword Immortal Pei~!"
A sweet, lilting voice called out from behind, laced with a seductive charm that could make a man's very bones itch with desire.
He didn't need to guess. Anyone who could call out a simple name with such abandon was definitely no proper Fairy.
Pei Yuhang subconsciously tightened his grip on Silence and turned around, his guard up.
The undisguised, sharp Sword Intent made Yan Yaoyao's smile freeze as she flew over. However, her high degree of professional poise allowed her to raise a hand, open a folding fan to half-cover her pretty face, and chuckle lightly to hide her awkwardness.
"My, my, Sword Immortal Pei~ still as cold and aloof as ever."
"The disciples of our Yin Yang Sacred Land are no longer your enemies. We're all fellow Daoists now~"
"Am I familiar with you?"
Pei Yuhang looked at Yan Yaoyao's face, but he had no memory of her.
