This particular woman, however, wasted no time and seized the earliest opportunity she could find to make her move.
"Master Lin Feng, can we play in my room instead of yours? I suddenly feel that I might be able to focus better there than in yours," a beautiful, tall woman standing five feet eleven inches asked him.
She was wearing her usual black cultivator robes, which covered her figure modestly. Her appearance was no different from what Lin Feng had grown accustomed to seeing.
Nevertheless, there was something about her demeanor that evening that caught his attention.
She was usually a calm and composed woman. She rarely made unnecessary movements or spoke without a particular reason.
Yet tonight, she seemed slightly more proactive than usual. Even the way she stood before him suggested that she had already made up her mind about something.
Of course, Lin Feng was not particularly surprised.
