"I am Yuhang. Thank you for saving me, Daoist Lin!"
Pei Yuhang bowed respectfully to Lin Qianyan. Lin Qianyan nodded lightly, the corners of her lips turning up slightly. Just as she was about to say it was no trouble at all, her gaze fell involuntarily on Pei Yuhang's face.
'What... what a handsome face.'
Lin Qianyan's beautiful eyes widened slightly. She had thought that after many years of cultivation, her Dao Heart was as still as water. She never expected her heart to flutter before this man.
However, her gaze soon moved down, landing on Pei Yuhang's neck.
There, on his fair skin, were several faint hickeys, like marks left there intentionally.
Lin Qianyan's heart sank. A trace of sorrow and regret flashed through her once-calm eyes.
'For a young master as fine as jade to be ravaged by those little Spirit Monsters... What a pity.'
