Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (37)

Moyong Yeon-a guided us to a spacious guest hall. It was an elegant, old-fashioned room with a view of the garden through the window.

After everyone had entered, just as I was about to enter last, Moyong Yeon-a blocked my path. Her gaze was cold.

"You... did you deceive me?"

I let her words pass in one ear as I slowly admired her lovely features. She was beautiful enough to be called a beauty without exaggeration.

"Before, you were merely a scoundrel. But now... you've reached a level that even my father takes seriously, haven't you?"

Her voice was laced with hostility. Her sharp tone made it sound as though I had deceived her.

"You can't remain a scoundrel forever, can you?"

Moyong Yeon-a's eyes wavered at my cold smile.

"What sort of sorcery have you cultivated?"

Sorcery… Miss Moyong, do you realize how extraordinarily rude that remark was?"...