Gu Xiaoxi had no time to observe the surroundings, nor the inclination to closely examine the man before her.
She stepped forward, standing outside the windowsill, facing the Nascent Soul.
Although she was bound and at a disadvantage, there was not a hint of fear in her eyes.
"I'm here. Release my companions!" Gu Xiaoxi's gaze met with that of the Nascent Soul. Her eyes were as cold as the depths of winter.
The Nascent Soul sat near the window, his gaze passing over the windowsill to survey Gu Xiaoxi, leisurely picking up the teacup from the desk beside him.
He took a light sip of tea, his slanted fox-like eyes filled with arrogance as he said, "What gives you the right to order me around?"
"It's not an order, it's a trade!" Gu Xiaoxi narrowed her eyes, her voice cold, "You release everyone here, and we can overlook past grievances. From now on, you can continue your cultivation. Be your demon! As long as you don't harm people, we can coexist peacefully."
