"Excuse me, miss!"
The voice belonged to a young man walking through the market with a group of guards following him like goons.
He kept fanning himself with the paper fan in his hands; whoever or whatever he looked at, he treated everything condescendingly, like he looked on everyone other than himself, as if no one was worth breathing the same air as him.
But upon seeing Xin Yan's curvaceous figure that was barely hidden under her silky robes as they hugged her tightly all over, his expression shifted almost instantly; he masked his emotions with a gentle flattery.
"Can you give Gu Ren a moment to admire your beauty?" Covering his face with the fan, he spoke with a shy yet confident manner. As if to impress her even more, he leaked a bit of the aura of his cultivation at the peak of the qi condensation realm, just like a peacock spreading its train to impress a peahen.
But just like a peacock, he forgot how ugly his feet were.
