Yan Xuehen’s white clothes fluttered. Her expression was cold, but unlike Chu Chuyan’s cold eyes, there was an awe-imposing and dignified aura emanating from her expression. It was likely the prestige she had gained from managing a top level sect for so long.

The temperature of the entire room dropped many degrees with her arrival. Zu An’s first reaction was to think that Chu Chuyan had been pretty cold back then too, but her insides had been quite warm. He wondered if it was the same for this woman.

That thought scared even Zu An himself. He quickly gathered his thoughts. He was thankful that there were no mind reading skills in this world. Otherwise, he would already be dead if the other party knew what he was thinking.

“There is something wrong with your expression.” Yan Xuehen gave Zu An an unhappy frown.

“Ahem, please pardon my current appearance, as I am still injured. I cannot get up to greet Sect Master Yan.” Zu An could only pretend to be weak to change the topic.

The other party was visiting him in the dead of night. There was no way she was there to talk about romance with him. If she really had come to...