"You sent him… to a brothel?"
"..."
Zhao Tianxuan froze. He didn't understand. Was Su Xiaobai cultivating some strange technique that required him to remain pure? Surely not. That kid had the aura of someone who could charm a widow into selling her funeral robes.
But Bai Yujian wasn't just angry. She was livid. Her mind conjured vivid, unwelcome images... That brat… in a den full of vixens, being devoured whole? The idea made her stomach churn.
Her fists clenched. She wanted to grab Zhao Tianxuan by the collar and shake the stupidity out of him.
How dare he send her disciple into a den of debauchery?
If jealousy were a bonfire, she'd already burned Zhao Tianxuan, the scrolls, and half the sect to the ground.
Zhao Tianxuan, blissfully oblivious, glanced at Xu Tianran for support. The elder leaned back, crossing his arms, his lips twitching into a sly grin.
"Brat, you really don't know?"
