Watching Yang Mutong kowtow on the ground, resembling a peacock with a bowed head, a single word materialized in Zhou Baiwei's mind: 'Danger'.
'Damn it, another one's here to steal my spot!'
But it was only a fleeting thought, and she showed no hint of it on her face.
All eyes fell upon Yi Beidou.
"Your Yang Family is very influential. Arranging for you to connect with a Saint Expert should be no problem. Why do you wish to stay by my side?"
Yi Beidou observed the beautiful young woman kowtowing on the ground, his eyes devoid of any lust—only a profound, bottomless calm.
At his realm of cultivation, he had long understood that beauty was only skin deep—a pile of withered bones beneath a pretty facade. In his eyes, even the most stunning form, once seen for what it was, was nothing more than a mass of flesh and blood.
