Ji Xichan pursed her red lips, let out a cold snort, and smiled. "Then bring it on. I'll treat this as tempering my Dao Heart. If I let out a single sound, I lose!"
Hearing this, Pei Yuhang certainly wasn't going to hold back. He held the young woman's waist to steady her, and the ruler in his hand came down like a riding crop.
SMACK—!
The ruler fell, striking Ji Xichan's rear. The crisp smack echoed through the desolate night in the bamboo forest.
Ji Xichan's entire body tensed. She clenched her teeth, feeling a pain she hadn't experienced since the Sect's grand tournament.
She glanced back at the man, who was preparing to cast a Silence Technique, and sneered, "What's this?"
"Is the sound of my spanking too loud? Is the Peng Sword Immortal afraid his disciple and Dao Companion will hear?"
"So you dare to act, but not to face the consequences. What a hypocrite!"
