After the woman left, the man in black robes raised his hand and lifted his cloak, revealing a handsome face—it was Qin Luo.

However, his lips twitched slightly, as if he was surprised by You Yueying's angry words.

Seeing him like this, You Yueying materialized from the ring, dressed in ink-black robes, her demeanor cold and aloof:

"Look at you like this, are you secretly blaming me for ruining your mood? If you're feeling the mood now, you can always call that inconsiderate woman back and continue your 'refined affair'."

After saying that, she turned her head away, her lips pursed, as if she was deliberately suppressing something.

Upon hearing this, Qin Luo was both amused and exasperated, and waved his hand dismissively:

"Don't get me wrong, I had no such intention. I was just about to get rid of her, but I didn't expect you to bring it up."

Upon hearing this, You Yueying gave a soft snort, a snort tinged with her unique arrogance.

She turned her face to the side, deliberately hiding her expression from Qin Luo, her voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of jealousy:

"I noticed you were stunned when you were asked that question just now; you might have actually enjoyed it."

At this point, You Yueying realized she had gone a bit too far, a hint of embarrassment flashing across her face, and added:

"I didn't mean to interrupt your good time, but the important matter comes first. You need to take a picture of this Nine Yin Cold Grass before we talk about anything else."

She paused, her voice softening unconsciously, "We've faced many setbacks in this search for medicine, so we absolutely cannot let it all fall apart at the last minute."

Qin Luo didn't argue with her anymore. He walked to the luxurious chair in the private room and sat down, his movements exuding a sense of leisure and composure.

He lowered his head slightly, his gaze passing through the huge floor-to-ceiling window to the bustling auction hall below, a confident smile playing on his lips:

"Don't worry, this Nine Yin Cold Grass is destined to be ours, but... hiss!"

Qin Luo abruptly stopped mid-sentence, his expression contorting as he clenched his teeth and gasped sharply, the sound ringing out clearly in the quiet room.

At this moment, within his dantian, the three divine souls were like three isolated islands facing each other, floating in the chaotic torrent, and each tearing was difficult for him to withstand.

Upon seeing Qin Luo's pained expression, You Yueying's initial reproachful look was instantly overwhelmed by heartache.

Her eyes were filled with tenderness, and she couldn't help but whisper:

“What’s wrong with you? I’ve asked you so many times, but you just won’t tell me. You keep telling me that you’re cultivating. But I’ve been cultivating for so many years and I’ve never seen cultivation that would make you show such an expression from time to time.”

His voice carried obvious resentment, but even more so, worry.

"Whoosh~"

As his soul began to reorganize within the chaotic torrent, Qin Luo exhaled, calmed himself, waved his hand, and, though his breathing was still somewhat unsteady, feigned ease, said:

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Hearing Qin Luo's words, You Yueying's resentment deepened:

"Whatever, I can't control you anyway, just brush me off!"

However, in the next moment, her spirit flashed and she suddenly appeared behind Qin Luo. Her dark spirit fingers placed on Qin Luo's temples and slowly began to knead them.

"You...you mustn't overthink it. I'm doing this to reward you for searching for the medicinal herbs needed for my resurrection all this time. There's no other meaning behind it!"

Although she said that, her eyes remained fixed on Qin Luo, and her hands never stopped moving.

Qin Luo was also surprised by You Yueying's sudden action, and couldn't help but think:

This walkthrough seems to be progressing a little too fast, doesn't it?

But having the supreme being serve him... well...

As the thought subsided, Qin Luo felt a little elated. Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he spoke:

"Yueying".

Hearing him call her name, You Yueying felt a surge of anticipation.

She subconsciously bit her lower lip, thinking to herself:

What should I do if he says something cheesy and romantic later? Would it be beneath my dignity if I agreed? Would he look down on me if he thought I, a supreme expert, was so easily moved?

But if I don't agree, what if I hurt his feelings and he no longer has feelings for me?

Thinking of this, You Yueying's eyes began to wander, her thoughts completely disrupted by Qin Luo's call.

Hesitating for a moment, she softly hummed in agreement, her voice unconsciously softening, carrying a hint of expectation that she herself was unaware of.

She then shyly turned her face away, not wanting Qin Luo to see her flustered expression, but her gaze couldn't help but look at him, wanting to capture his every expression and word. The scales in her heart swayed back and forth between restraint and attraction, causing her great inner turmoil.

Unexpectedly, Qin Luo's words shattered her illusions the next moment:

"The force was a bit too much..."

Upon hearing this, You Yueying's fingers froze, and she was instantly pulled back to reality from her romantic reverie.

His chest heaved with anger, all his expectations dashed, and a nameless rage suddenly erupted within him.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened as she glared fiercely at the back of Qin Luo's head, inwardly cursing:

You, Qin Luo, is that all? I should have used more force earlier and mashed your head into mush!

Even though she was furious, the pressure on Qin Luo's temple unconsciously eased.

She let out a soft hum, trying to use it to cover up her embarrassment and annoyance:

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