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    Chapter 16: Clashing Swords

    The voice was mellifluous and pleasant, akin to the gentlest spring breeze, but in Ye Xiyao's ears, it echoed like a demonic whisper from hell!

    Ye Xiyao's entire body tensed instantly, reflexively turning around. She then laid eyes on a somewhat familiar face.

    Sharp sword-like brows, starry eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips – his flawlessly exquisite features seemed crafted by divine hands, as if a gift from the heavens. At this moment, he sat nonchalantly on a chair beside the bed, his snowy white robe exuding an indescribable elegance and leisure. His calm gaze was fixed upon her, a gentle smile gracing his face, identical to the tone of his voice.

    It was him!

    In just one glance, Ye Xiyao recognized the man as the one she had accidentally encountered in the palace that morning, dressed in white.

    However, Ye Xiyao remembered him not because of his unparalleled charm but due to the brutality, bloodlust, and the almost terrifying aura that emanated from him.

    Just as now, despite his amiable smile and polite demeanor, Ye Xiyao sensed an inexplicable danger lurking beneath.

    But what Ye Xiyao couldn't fathom was why he was here?

    Could it be... that he was the one who brought her back from Lingyun Platform?!

    In an instant, Ye Xiyao's mind raced with countless thoughts, but on the surface, she pretended to be startled and then giggled foolishly,

    "Ahaha... Fairy Sister, it's Fairy Sister... Is Fairy Sister here to see Yao'er?"

    Adopting a strategy of constancy amidst change, Ye Xiyao was not about to reveal her true intentions so easily. Looking at her silly grin, Luo Jiutian couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly and say,

    "Of course! The injuries on Miss Ye that day were truly horrifying, causing me great concern. That's why I specially came tonight to pay you a visit..."

    At this point, Luo Jiutian paused briefly before his smile deepened further.

    "However, it seems I was overly cautious. After all, causing such a commotion on the Lingyun Platform is no easy feat for an ordinary person... Don't you agree, Miss Ye~?"

    At this point, Ye Xiyao knew she couldn't maintain her pretense any longer. Her expression turned stern as she asked,

    "What do you want?"

    Her cold voice was devoid of emotion and straightforward. Ye Xiyao's change in demeanor was swift, leaving Luo Jiutian slightly taken aback. However, his eyes shimmered like stars in an instant, a hint of amusement flickering in their depths. He promptly altered the words that were about to leave his lips:

    "What do you think, Miss Ye?"

    "I believe it's rather late now, and it would be best for young master to depart."

    "Haha~ But I think it's more important to call a physician for the lady first, considering what happened earlier..."

    Luo Jiutian's words carried a subtle hint of menace, yet his smile was as warm as a spring breeze, enchanting to those around him. However, Ye Xiyao remained unfazed. Her gaze was like a sharp blade, coldly fixated on the man before her, silent.

    The dimly lit room fell into an eerie silence, tension hanging heavily in the air. In the next instant, Ye Xiyao unexpectedly curved the corners of her lips into a rare smile.

    It was a faint smile, but it instantly transformed her icy demeanor into a thousand charms and allure, exuding an unimaginable captivating aura. Luo Jiutian was taken aback. Seizing the moment, Ye Xiyao swiftly grabbed the dagger hidden beneath the bed and lunged at Luo Jiutian without hesitation!

    No one could threaten her, neither in the past nor in the future.

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