Ya Shitian chuckled lowly, his laughter dark and terrifying, "You're right, I am indeed a demon. Did you think you could stand against a demon?"
Ye Rumeng felt an inexplicable sense of fear. She suddenly pushed him away, and Ya Shitian's body staggered several steps backward.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Rumeng opened the door and fled in disarray—
She ran quickly, her fluttering skirt soon disappearing at the staircase.
In the room, Ya Shitian sneered, not showing the slightest intention of pursuit.
Thud, thud, thud—
Ye Rumeng hurried down the stairs, suddenly colliding with Sima Qing who was coming up.
Sima Qing raised an eyebrow: "Why are you running? Is something chasing you?"
Ye Rumeng quickly composed herself, "Nothing is chasing me."
"Then you look like you're running for your life."
"You saw wrong." Ye Rumeng walked past her and continued downstairs at a slower pace.
Sima Qing eyed her retreating figure, then looked up the stairs.
