He could have easily returned home but he had been terrified. Terrified of what he would find, not to mention, the chances that his captor would come seeking him were far too high to take the risk.
The Succubi paced around him a few more times like she couldn't believe her eyes. "Don't tell me the pond water is poisonous and I'm starting to lose my mind."
"With your alcohol tolerance, I doubt any poison would work on you, Qingyi." He said lightly, letting her walk around him and poke him experimentally. "Why are you all the way out here?"
Qingyi suddenly paused, her gaze fixated on the desert, past the shimmering pond. "Slavemasters," She said darkly, "I had to pretend to go on the run to stop them from pressuring Lady Lihua into agreeing to sell me."
She clicked her teeth, shaking her head in annoyance, the trinkets braided in her hair letting out a quiet jingle. "The empty-headed bastards, if I came to them to sell their children to me, how would they feel?"
