After the Fairy Maidens Fell to Darkness, They Captured Me to Ruthlessly 'Repay' Their Gratitude Chapter 66 - "Am I Not Pretty Enough? Do You Have to Smile a

“Am I Not Pretty Enough? Do You Have to Smile at Other Won?”

An Luo Yi’s cold deanor made her difficult to approach, even for soone like Xu Daoyun.

As a Nascent Soul-level immortal attendant, being outright rejected by a junior woman was a serious blow to his pride. No matter how composed he tried to appear, the sting of humiliation was undeniable.

It seed his plan to corrupt An Luo Yi into submission was dood to fail.

Xu Daoyun’s thoughts turned icy as he silently fud.

The atmosphere among the group grew tense.

And then, another figure joined their conversation.

“Ah, so this is where you’ve been, Xu. I’ve been looking for you to discuss a few matters,” said a man with jet-black hair, dressed in luxurious robes.

The mont He Ange saw him, it felt like a bolt of lightning struck his mind, leaving him montarily stunned.

Wasn’t this... Nightfall, the Holy Son of the Demon Sect?

He was openly walking into the city lord’s mansion now?

Though Nightfall had used a disguise, He Ange recognized him instantly.

He Ange had known that Nightfall held significant sway in Yong’an City, but he hadn’t expected him to be so brazen. The fact that a Holy Son of the Demon Sect could casually mingle with three immortal attendants was sothing He Ange, a small-ti rogue cultivator, could only dream of.

Nightfall truly wasn’t an ordinary villain. His audacity rivaled He Ange’s own knack for unexpected moves.

But more importantly...

While He Ange had used a disguise himself, he couldn’t be sure that Nightfall wouldn’t recognize him.

“Hmm? And who might this be?” Nightfall asked, his gaze sweeping over the group.

“Young Master Ye, this is Brother He Ange, Junior Brother to Fairy Luo Yi,” Xu Daoyun quickly introduced, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

Nightfall’s attention shifted to He Ange. Ignoring An Luo Yi entirely, he walked past her and stopped in front of He Ange, studying him with great interest.

“So, you’re He Ange? Seeing you reminds of an old friend, soone I share a deep understanding with,” Nightfall said, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized He Ange’s every expression.

There was sothing about this boy that reminded him of “He Jun,” the mysterious figure he had dealt with in the black market. But... wasn’t He Jun already under the Abyss Orb’s control?

Yet, despite carrying the Abyss Orb with him, Nightfall sensed no reaction from this “He Ange.”

This ant the boy standing before him hadn’t been corrupted.

And...

He didn’t even look the sa. Their nas were different too. The resemblance was only in their initial impression.

Was he overthinking things?

anwhile, An Luo Yi and the others turned their attention back to He Ange. The “Young Master Ye” before them clearly held a significant position, given how deferential Xu Daoyun was toward him. But for soone of his status to ignore a celestial beauty like An Luo Yi and focus solely on He Ange? That was unusual.

Liu Moqing’s interest in He Ange could be explained—she had seen him duel in the capital and admired his swordsmanship.

But now, another influential figure was showing an inexplicable interest in him.

What was going on?

“You must be mistaken, Young Master Ye,” He Ange replied calmly.

This wasn’t his first ti acting in front of Nightfall. Maintaining his composure was second nature by now.

Nightfall stared at him for a long mont, but no matter how he probed He Ange’s spiritual energy, he found no trace of demonic influence.

The boy was just an ordinary immortal cultivator, worlds apart from the Moon Sect’s He Jun.

After all, He Jun was confird to be from the Moon Sect. How could he possibly appear in the Shengxu Sect, serving as a junior to soone like An Luo Yi?

It was impossible.

“It seems I was mistaken. My apologies,” Nightfall said, shaking his head and sighing in relief. He had been so paranoid that it was almost laughable.

“Xu, I was hoping to discuss sothing with you. Shall we move to a quieter spot?” Nightfall adjusted his robes and smiled.

“Of course, Young Master Ye. There’s no need to wait. I’ll accompany you now,” Xu Daoyun replied eagerly.

“Are you not going to continue your conversation?” Nightfall asked, glancing at An Luo Yi and then at Xu Daoyun.

Xu Daoyun hesitated, unable to admit that An Luo Yi had dismissed him outright.

“It’s no trouble. Please, don’t mind ,” An Luo Yi said, her tone indifferent.

Nightfall chuckled, patting Xu Daoyun on the shoulder with a mocking glint in his eyes. “You’re hopeless, Xu.”

Xu Daoyun’s expression darkened, his embarrassnt palpable.

Turning back to An Luo Yi, he bowed stiffly. “If you’ll excuse , I have other matters to attend to.”

…

After Xu Daoyun left, Liu Moqing continued chatting with He Ange.

While she was polite to An Luo Yi, she wasn’t particularly close to her. On the other hand, Liu Moqing had admired He Ange’s swordsmanship since his youth. eting him again in person reignited her interest.

As they talked, An Luo Yi sat silently, feeling like an outsider.

Before the banquet, He Ange had promised not to pay attention to other won. But now, with Liu Moqing showing such enthusiasm, it was hard for him not to respond politely.

An Luo Yi was not pleased.

He Ange was here to accompany her, not to chat and laugh with other won.

“Ah... Senior Luo Yi, I just rembered sothing. Perhaps we should continue our conversation another ti,” Liu Moqing said, noticing An Luo Yi’s displeased expression.

It was understandable. If she were in An Luo Yi’s position, she wouldn’t want her companion getting too close to another woman either.

“Since you have other matters, there’s nothing to be done,” An Luo Yi replied, sitting up and giving a polite gesture to see her off.

Liu Moqing offered an awkward smile, her intentions innocent as she prepared to leave.

But just as she turned to go, He Ange called out to her.

“Senior Liu.”

“Hmm?”

Both won turned back, curious about what he wanted to say.

Under their gaze, He Ange hesitated, glancing around the banquet hall. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

He had wanted to warn Liu Moqing about Xu Daoyun and the Demon Sect. She seed like a kind person, and he didn’t want her to fall into their sches.

But this wasn’t the right ti or place.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to bid you farewell. Until we et again,” he said awkwardly.

His hesitation and lingering tone only made An Luo Yi’s gaze grow colder.

To her, it sounded like he was saying, “I’d love to talk more, but my jealous senior sister is here. Let’s et privately next ti.”

An Luo Yi wasn’t usually petty, but He Ange’s timing made it hard not to overthink.

Even Liu Moqing felt uneasy under An Luo Yi’s icy stare. Offering a strained smile, she replied, “Take care, Junior Brother He Ange.”

With that, she hurried off, clearly intimidated by An Luo Yi.

He Ange sat back down, still preoccupied with thoughts of the Demon Sect. But before he could dwell on it further, An Luo Yi turned to him, grabbing his face and forcing him to et her gaze.

“He Ange, am I not pretty enough? Have I not treated you well enough?”

“Why, then, do you feel the need to smile at other won and get involved with them?”