With a wave of her hand, a complete Profound Evil Daoist Robe covered her graceful figure.
"Hmph!"
She let out a cold snort and sat back down on the soft couch, her eyes holding a trace of anger and coldness at having been exposed.
"Junior Brother Xu, with that slippery nature of yours, you're bound to live a long life in the Primordial Sect. So, what do you want? Stop beating around the bush with me!"
She knew Xu Yunfan's character all too well. He wouldn't make a move without a guaranteed reward.
Or perhaps, most disciples of the Primordial Sect were like this. Empty promises were worthless; something you couldn't see or touch was nothing compared to something tangible in your hand. It was an attitude that cut right to the heart of the matter.
Xu Yunfan dropped the pretense. He unhurriedly straightened his robes, calmly sat back down, and took a sip from his unfinished cup of Nine Nether Cold Soul Brew before finally speaking at a leisurely pace.
