Just before Ding Zhicheng's hand could touch the chest of the Lotus Princess, the golden collar hanging there sprang up on its own, striking Ding Zhicheng's hand with a bang, shaking off his "demon claw."
Ding Zhicheng recoiled as if electrocuted, quickly withdrawing his hand. It felt numb, sore, and quite unpleasant. His eyes fixed intently on the collar as he muttered in confusion and anger, "What the hell is this?"
"It's just a magic treasure, don't be afraid," the Lotus Princess said, looking down and tenderly caressing the golden collar with her fair fingers.
"You, take it off," Feng Zhicheng ordered.
Even if he was at the Immortal King Stage, being injured by a "magic treasure" could surely be a laughingstock if spread around.
"I want to meet your Crown Princess Consort, and if you agree, tonight, anything goes," said the Lotus Princess.
