When Your Enemy Runs Their Mouth

"Huh?" An Lin had a bad premonition as he looked at Yi Xi's expression.

Could it be… that this really was a blank cheque?!

Meanwhile, in the Peach Blossom Pavilion of the Heavenly Court.

A woman in a simple Daoist robe supported her cheeks with her hands and stared out at the peach blossoms outside her window as she heaved a light sigh.

Her slender fingers played with strands of her own hair absentmindedly as she stared off into the distance with a vacant expression, seemingly pondering something to herself.

"What's bothering you this time, Xiao Zi?" [1. zi = purple in chinese]

A warm and gentle voice sounded behind her, dragging her back to reality.

"Father! Stop calling me by my nickname, you just made me think of that bastard again!" The woman whined at the graceful, bearded man behind her.