Bai Lingling's choice of spirit beast had completely stunned Yun Haisheng.
When he returned to the City Lord's residence, the expression on his face was so dark that even the servants along the corridor lowered their heads and moved more carefully, because anyone with eyes could see that the City Lord was in a terrible mood.
The fine tea set in the outer hall had only just been arranged, but Yun Haisheng had no mood to drink tea. The incense in the bronze burner had only burned halfway, but the whole hall already felt stuffy and heavy, as if someone had hung a cloud full of anger directly beneath the beams.
He had originally wanted to humiliate Bai Lingling, control her, and use the whole matter of the spirit beasts as another rope around her neck. If she refused, then she would look childish and unreasonable. If she compromised, then she would step into his hands even more deeply. Either way, he should have been the one smiling in the end.
