Mystic Arts Temple (8)

The Lady Boss and her group had traces of shock on their faces. They were all examining Miao Yi closely, and caught on that he planned to distract the female ghost by himself, allowing them to escape. But with his cultivation, the end result would be hard to tell.

There was no longer any signs of mockery in the Lady Boss’ eyes as she looked at Miao Yi; a cultivator with such a temperament was hard to find in the cultivation world.

Men may not feel much, but in a woman’s eyes, men were all the same!

“No.” The red-clothed girl shook her head. “It has been far too cold here, and since you’ve come all this way, then all of you should stay!” Her tone brooked no room for discussion.

Miao Yi’s expression gradually grew colder, it seemed as if nothing he said would be of use. He readied his spear for battle, and slowly uttered, “And if we don’t stay?”