Fang Geyu’s impatience showed in her eyes as she pushed Baili An’s hand away, her gaze akin to looking at some kind of dead fish’s entrails:

"You really love to hear yourself talk, don’t you? Did I not express myself clearly enough? Men who cling on and refuse to let go are nothing but disgusting."

Despite being rejected, Baili An persisted in placing his hand back on her head, ruffling her hair.

"Whether you’ve forgotten or admit it or not, it doesn’t change the fact that you need me."

Fang Geyu said with a sinister smile: "Don’t be conceited. Your presence is nothing but a big headache to me, nothing but an obstacle."

Baili An squinted his eyes with a smile: "Actually, Fang Geyu, you don’t want to marry for an alliance, do you? With your temperament, you wouldn’t willingly have children with a man you don’t know.

The Fang Geyu I know would never allow herself to become a tool for reproduction in someone else’s hands.

Even if it’s your father’s wish, it won’t happen.

In terms of public matters, the Shifang bloodline is significant, tied to the True Ancestor of the Evil God.

If inherited by other factions, no one can guarantee that it won’t become a tool or sacrifice for other forces.

Even though you spoke logically and generously that night, I always felt you wouldn’t choose to follow your father’s outdated ideas.

You have your own plans and ideas, and having sealed your emotions, you definitely wouldn’t choose the path of marriage, nor would you irresponsibly pass your fate to the next generation.

But pressures from your father are heavy, Shifang City is fraught with crisis, and there are countless suitors from the Upper Pure Immortal Realm.

If you delay your decision, for the sake of Shifang City, can you be sure your father won’t do something drastic?"

This time, Fang Geyu didn’t push Baili An’s hand away, her gaze focused coldly as she laughed:

"Now I finally know why I want to erase all memories related to you.

Even if today is the ’first time’ I meet you, I have to admit, in this world...

You’re the only one who can see through Fang Geyu’s heart, and that’s truly terrifying."

Baili An didn’t appreciate such insincere flattery.

He bent his body closer, so close he could almost kiss her soft, fluffy hair.

Meeting Fang Geyu’s gaze at a close distance, his tone was gentle, with a hint of temptation:

"So, will you keep me by your side? You might want to think carefully before answering."

Fang Geyu sneered: "You want to be fully used by me as my shield?"

"If that’s what you hope for."

Fang Geyu continued: "Don’t you know, as the chosen one, you must enter into Shifang City? Such a status is only slightly higher than a lover."

Baili An didn’t care for reputation: "It seems you really don’t remember anything, in Xianling City, I’m already your lover, I don’t care about such reputations."

"Oh?" Fang Geyu was quite surprised, not expecting such a connection between herself and him.

She pushed Baili An heavily, sneering: "I haven’t yet decided to take you in as my consort.

Since you’ve said as much, I might as well keep the status of a lover for you, as long as you have the patience to stay."

Baili An agreed without ill temper: "Naturally."

Really pushing one’s luck!

Fang Geyu’s gaze was icy, her expression arrogant, as she slowly spoke with a soft voice laced with cold irony.

"Since you are a lover, should you not act according to a lover’s rules?

If you intend to stay, then I am your master; you have no right to come uninvited if the master doesn’t want to see you.

Today, bringing breakfast to my residence of your own accord is forbidden behavior.

Without the master’s permission, you must not touch my body, not even a strand of hair or a finger.

If I have a need to summon you, as a lover, you must come immediately, without the slightest delay.

If you wish to survive in Shifang City, I advise you to be more compliant and stop harboring any unrealistic fantasies; with me, none of your wild notions will come to fruition."

Fang Geyu slowly raised her head, her black-and-white eyes filled with unemotional defiance, looking at Baili An, who was a head taller.

"Even though this face is still decent, as my lover, I didn’t grant you the right to look me in the eye, yet you look down upon me, which is truly disgraceful."

Under the large sleeve of her robe, she lightly bent a finger, and the Ten Directions Sword carefully placed on the sword stand trembled and unsheathed by an inch.

Silently, borrowing a trace of Sword Qi, gathering it into her fingertip, forming it into a thread.

She flicked her finger, and the pure white translucent Sword Qi shot out, carrying a hint of coldness, piercing through Baili An’s leg.

Baili An hadn’t guarded against her, didn’t dodge, only felt a pain in his knee like an ice needle penetrating his bone.

Instantly numb with cold, losing all feeling, his knee bent weakly, hard to sustain.

Fang Geyu pushed him back with a contemptuous sneer on her face: "And the most important point, if I make you fall, you have no right to stand taller than me."

Baili An fell back, but didn’t completely tumble.

He sat on the ground, knees slightly bent, hands supporting on the soft carpet, perhaps sensing that Fang Geyu used the power of the Evil God within the Ten Directions Sword.

This made a hint of anger appear in his eyes.

Just as he was about to speak, Fang Geyu’s gaze was cold and unruly, she lifted a foot, dropping it towards his abdomen.

"And, if the master hasn’t allowed you to speak, you cannot speak freely to disturb others’ ears."