'This female cultivator is too much.'
'He can't handle her.'
'A honey trap.'
'This has to be a honey trap.'
'He can't fall for it.'
At the night market.
Plenty of people recognized him.
"Hall Master, is this your lady?"
"Brother, is this your lady?"
Damon Grant blushed and grew awkward.
"No."
'No, no, really, she isn't.'
But no one believed him.
'He shouldn't have come.'
Rowan Forrest, on the other hand, was perfectly at ease beside him. She even greeted the men. "Hello, everyone! Your Hall Master is the man I love, and I'm currently pursuing him."
'You sly dog, Rook, playing it all cool! Getting chased by a female cultivator… When's it gonna be our turn for something so good?' Words couldn't express their envy.
Someone even whistled.
"Hey, sister-in-law, want some roasted leg of lamb? My treat today."
"What's so good about lamb leg? Sister-in-law, come over here! Have some grilled Spiritual Medicine. It's great for your complexion."
