He took a deep breath and walked into the room with a smile on his face.
"Stop right there." A crisp voice suddenly came from behind him.
Miao Yueshan turned around with a smile, "Is something the matter, Miss Yue'er?"
Yue'er's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and her almond eyes were wide open with anger as she said, "How could you do such a thing after I call you uncle?"
A thick murderous intent flashed in Miao Yueshan's eyes.
This woman had just ruined his big plan; had it not been for her, Xiao Qiang might already be dead.
"Yue'er, what do you mean by this?" His fingers slowly spread apart in the air, his flying sword ready to strike at any moment.
Suddenly, another aura appeared nearby; he exhaled slowly, and the murderous intent gradually dissipated.
"You must be mistaken," he said in an even tone, devoid of emotion.
"Stop pretending, Lord Yue. As an Ice Spirit, I'm extremely sensitive to the body temperature of cultivators, and yours is identical to Lord Yue's."
