Shen Yu chuckled softly, a low, magnetic sound that sent a shiver straight down her spine.
"You praise me too much, Lady He. I merely did what any loyal disciple would do. The world is full of arrogance, sometimes, a gentle reminder is necessary to keep the peace."
"You are far too humble," He Lan murmured, finally gathering the courage to look up into his mesmerizing golden eyes.
Her cheeks burned hotter, but she forced herself to speak her mind. "Most men of your talent would be insufferable, but you... you care about righteousness. My father always talks about business and power, but seeing you tonight... I realized what a true cultivator should look like."
Shen Yu's smile widened slightly, a dark, hidden amusement rippling beneath his saintly facade. 'How delightfully naive,' the ancient demonic cultivator thought, watching the young girl practically offer her heart on a silver platter just because he had wrapped his venom in a white robe.
