Su Yan, since arriving in this world of cultivation, had never left the Demon Sect before.
Today, stepping out, she planned to wander a bit more before returning.
Thus, she ended up spending nearly a month at Qingfeng Ridge.
In one of the lakes, there was a flat boat.
A woman in bright red robes, with a slender waist and enchanting figure, appeared intermittently.
There was an intimidating aura about her that none could ignore. At a glance, one could tell she was a powerful Demon Cultivator.
Thus, people passing by the lake did not even dare to sneak a peek, fearing that the Demon Cultivator might find an excuse to gouge out their eyes.
Su Yan sat on the flat boat, waiting for the appearance of her male pet.
At that mont, a man ca flying through the air, landing on the other end of the boat.
Du Lao’er, dressed in brocade and fine silks, his face pale and gaunt, held a fan, waving it continuously in the air.
It seed he fancied himself debonair and suave.
Su Yan looked up, slowly stating,
"Is there sothing you need?"
Du Lao’er, after casting a glance around, sneered,
"Does the Sect Hierarch even have ti to frolic in the mountains and waters with your little male pet?"
"Knowing this, you still bother ?"
"You!!"
Du Lao’er choked on his words.
The fan in his hand fluttered even more vigorously.
He was about to speak, but then noticed Su Yan lounging in her chair, appearing lazy and carefree.
Thinking of the current rumors in the Jianghu, he wondered if Su Yan was behaving this way because she was injured, thus looking lackluster?
Musing, he took a few steps closer to her, folding his fan.
Just as he was about to speak, he saw the purplish marks on Su Yan’s neck fluttering with her hair.
Her lips, slightly swollen and red, this wasn’t the look of soone drained by injury, but clearly the consequences of excessive indulgence!
Du Lao’er rolled his eyes, unfolding his fan again, fanning himself fervently, sowhat resentful,
"A re male pet tired you out this much? Look at your sorry state."
While saying this, Du Lao’er noticed that the male pet always following Su Yan was gone.
He chuckled, leaning in,
"Where is your male pet? Weren’t you very fond of him? Don’t tell you’ve worn him out completely or worn him to death with your excessive desires?"
Su Yan glanced at Du Lao’er and quietly observed him for a while.
Du Lao’er, feeling cold under Su Yan’s stare, subconsciously tightened his clothes,
"Su Yan, if you dare covet , I swear I’ll poison you to death, believe it or not?"
Du Lao’er felt his fur stand on end under her gaze.
At this ti, Su Yan spoke slowly,
"He’s quite well. Stop prying into him from now on."
Hearing this, Du Lao’er took a while to react, incredulous,
"So precious, your male pet? I’m not going to eat him!"
"You might, though."
After all, in Su Yan’s mory, wasn’t it Du Lao’er who had set his sights on Xiao Yu right at the entrance of the Treasure Vault?
Du Lao’er, annoyed, rolled his eyes again, tired of the pointless chatter.
He had co here for another matter as well.
After a brief silence, he handed a letter to Su Yan.
"What do you plan to do about this?"
Su Yan looked at him and took the letter.
A letter of challenge written in white ink on black paper.
This wasn’t a letter of invitation; it was a declaration of war.
Upon opening the letter, the ssage inside beca visible.
A few brief lines,
[Demon Sect Leader Su Yan, you have stolen the treasure of Qingyu Mountain and killed Liang Yunyue, the Peak Master of Qingyu Mountain. Your brutal actions are intolerable. The challenge is hereby issued; et in Guan Ning Valley in a fortnight. Await your presence.
If you do not co, it shall be a fight to the death.]
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