"I can't quiet my mind."
After a long moment, she opened her crystalline, indifferent eyes. Pressing her red lips together, her figure became a wisp of azure smoke, flying from the City Lord's Mansion toward the vast, rolling mountains.
...
In the bedchamber, the lamps were brightly lit, and the hanging draperies were like clouds.
With a dull thud as she was thrown onto the bed, Su Qinghan winced in pain. Only at this moment did she truly start to panic.
Her initial assumption was that Jiang Lan had no cultivation.
Even if he truly tried to do something to her, she had the ability to protect herself—she could sever her own heart meridians to avoid being defiled.
But she never imagined that Jiang Lan had hidden his power so deeply, that his true strength was so terrifying.
"Young... Young Master Jiang..."
