Pei Yuhang ignored the beckoning, jade-white fingers. He spoke calmly, "Please, conduct yourself with dignity, Holy Daughter. I currently represent the honor of the Dao Sect. Even as the esteemed Saintess of the Yin Yang Sacred Land, you have no cause to humiliate me in this manner."
"Pfft. Don't make me laugh, Xiaohan. Are you trying to use the Xuanyuan Dao Sect's reputation to intimidate me? So naughty."
"You know that when I want to do something, I don't care who I'm dealing with."
WHOOSH—
The moment she finished speaking, a strand of Red Ling Silk shot through the curtain, coiling toward Pei Yuhang like a great serpent. It aimed to wrap around his waist and drag him onto the large, red bed where rose petals drifted through the air.
Pei Yuhang hadn't expected Shang Miaoyan to attack without another word. 'Does she think this is the Yin Yang Sacred Land? To act with such a complete lack of reverence right in the Dao Sect's territory!'
