"Hmph. You demonesses only know how to use sweet-talk to fool outsiders. Why should I believe that you haven't cultivated the Yin Yang Dao and taken men's lives?"
Faced with Pei Yuhang's cold accusation, Jiu, wearing the Red Lotus Mask, fell silent for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle. Her voice, crisp as a spring bubbling over stones, carried a hint of provocation:
"What's wrong? Do you need to inspect me yourself, Pei Sword Immortal?"
"..."
Jiu's retort left Pei Yuhang stunned.
'He was a respectable, married Sword Immortal! How could he possibly inspect something so private on this masked woman!'
Jiu noticed Pei Yuhang's discomfort, and a silent smile touched her lips beneath the mask.
She deliberately leaned forward, the Red Lotus Pattern on her mask catching the moonlight with a bewitching gleam. "What's the matter, Pei Sword Immortal? Don't you dare?"
Pei Yuhang clenched his fists, his voice coming through gritted teeth:
