Upon hearing that Lu Bei had a precious treasure, the two Han Miaojuns nodded knowingly, both drifting over with the scent of the wind.
Although they weren't very familiar with Zhu Xiushi, sinister cultivators were still sinister cultivators; they easily performed the sealing skill, not even leaving an empty spot for Yan Xiaoshuang.
Yan Xiaoshuang didn't care, she closed her eyes, turned her body away, refusing to take a look at Lu Bei's so-called treasure.
Looking at her heart.
As she moved away, Lu Bei approached, pushing the two Han Miaojuns aside, and cornered Yan Xiaoshuang against a wall with a sudden move.
Master Yan's heartstrings were taut, she lowered her head, not daring to make a sound. Lu Bei lifted her delicate chin and rubbed it in his hand with delicacy.
The friction generated heat, Yan Xiaoshuang's ears turned red.
