After learning just how terrifyingly powerful Zhang Xuan was, stunning women from the Xuan Qing Sect would occasionally come knocking, throwing themselves at him and flirting with him.
After a while, even he grew tired of it. Wandering around the Xuan Qing Sect feels like strolling through a brothel. Though This Seat never turns anyone away, even I'm getting bored.
Where did the Xuan Qing Sect get so many female disciples? Every single one is breathtaking. Anyone who didn't know better would think this was an all-women sect!
Zhang Xuan strolled alone outside the Xuan Qing Sect's main hall, followed by a large group of graceful women clutching silk handkerchiefs embroidered with secrets, their faces flushed as they gently bit their red lips.
Alas... This Seat is simply too charming, too conspicuous!!
At that moment, a sword-bearing woman in a creamy white gown approached Zhang Xuan with a stern, aloof expression. Just as she was about to speak, Zhang Xuan beat her to it.
"Enough. This Seat is tired. Put away those thoughts of yours. We'll talk another day."
The woman's brows furrowed slightly as she looked at Zhang Xuan in confusion.
"This Seat said I'm tired. Why are you still standing in front of me? Retreat at once!!" Seeing her stare fixedly at him without moving, Zhang Xuan sternly rebuked her.
Just as he was about to walk around her and continue onward, the aloof woman spoke.
"Young Master, have you perhaps misunderstood something about me?" She cupped her hands and bowed to Zhang Xuan.
Zhang Xuan stopped and turned around, giving her a glance. "A misunderstanding? Aren't you here like the rest of them, trying to seduce This Seat and asking for my favor?"
He pointed at the graceful women behind her, who were peeking around with silk