'Could she have a Dual Cultivation book?' Li Lian wondered.
But she quickly dismissed the idea. The Matriarch was rarely in the presence of men—let alone alone with one. Still… she usually did wear her robes a little too loosely. For someone so stunning, the woman flirted like a ten-year-old boy. Li Lian shook her head, trying not to picture her Master attempting to seduce anyone.
'Nope, I don't want that mental image.'
"Do you think you can tell her that for me?" Xiao Fang asked.
Li Lian crossed her arms, giving him a skeptical look. "That depends…"
Her green eyes narrowed as she tilted her head at him, a curtain of sleek black hair slipping over her shoulder. The emerald earring she wore caught the lantern's glow, glinting with a soft, mesmerizing light.
As breathtaking as she appeared, there was an undercurrent of danger in the air—quiet, but impossible to ignore.
"When you said you would 'make Yu Qiuyan want to stay'—what exactly did you mean by that?"
