The coldly beautiful woman gave Luo Yang a few sidelong glances and then pursed her red lips as she settled down.
She too knew that Luo Yang wouldn't just let go easily, struggling would be useless.
If it wasn't for Luo Yang holding her life in his grasp, the outcome of a fight between them would still be an unknown.
"Sister, let me speak frankly. If the Blood Devil were mine, I would be willing to give it to you," Luo Yang sincerely said.
The coldly beautiful woman slightly raised the corners of her mouth, clearly disdainful of his words.
"Think about it, the people from the Eight Immortals Hall and those from the Jiuyang Hall are all at the resort—how could I possibly acquire the Blood Devil so easily?"
At this point, it was better to play it soft, to appeal to reason and emotion.
Seeing the coldly beautiful woman's facial features soften a bit, Luo Yang knew his strategy was the correct one.
