"You!" Jiang Wanqing's face turned a shade of green with rage, her delicate body trembling slightly. That Yan An was a beast in human clothing!
"What's wrong? My little sister Wanqing, have you decided yet?"
Yan An began to chuckle with a heh-heh, his thieving eyes sizing up Jiang Wanqing, clicking his tongue in appreciation every now and then; one didn't have to guess to know the filthy thoughts in his head.
Among the crowd, Su Hongxiu timidly hid behind a tall male disciple, terrified of being targeted by this fellow.
"How outrageous, just because his cousin is Yaan Jinghong, does that mean he can do whatever he wants here? He's not Yaan Jinghong!"
A disciple from Asking Immortal Sect muttered under his breath, feeling somewhat indignant, but not daring to step forward even half a step.