Upon hearing his words, Tantai Qing finally felt a stir of unease and dread—the fear of having a fatal weakness exploited.
She didn't struggle. Instead, she began to curse him furiously. Fortunately, the private room was sealed with an Array Pattern Restriction, isolating the commotion and preventing any sound from reaching the outside.
Jiang Lan let her curse without retorting.
If any of the countless young cultivators on Immortal Ascension Island—who saw her as a holy, ethereal, gentle, and elegant Goddess—were to witness her cursing so furiously without a care for her image, their jaws would surely drop in disbelief.
"You've been cursing me for a while now. You must be about done, so why not take a break…"
"I'm not done yet."
"Don't push your luck…" Jiang Lan said leisurely, pinching her chin.
Tantai Qing met his gaze coldly, but in the next instant, she felt his grip tighten and winced in pain.
"Let go of me…"
"Heh…" Jiang Lan chuckled and suddenly leaned in.
