When Qing Yueqiu's crimson pupils swept over the black-dressed girl standing before Pei Yuhang, they instantly flashed with a bloody light.
Qing Yueqiu still remembered with perfect clarity Ji Xichan's incomparably arrogant declaration: "I'm going to make Pei Yuhang lick my toes."
Now, seeing this woman who so brazenly revealed her naked, wicked intentions toward her master—standing right in front of him, who was clad in pure white robes—made Qing Yueqiu's skin crawl. It was as if the very presence of such a woman would sully her master.
"Stay away from my master!"
Qing Yueqiu drew her Luminous Shadow Sword and pointed it down at Ji Xichan. A vast Nascent Soul aura swirled around her, so powerful it began to warp and distort the air, a clear sign that the silver-haired girl was serious.
Ji Xichan's pink lips curled into a smirk. She was about to accept the challenge, but her clenched fist quickly relaxed.
