Yue Qianchou immediately realized he had chosen a rather unsuitable spot. He stared straight ahead at the entrance to the Divine Ruins Realm, pretending not to notice the gazes sizing him up. Yet after staring for only a moment, he kept feeling gusts of wind at the back of his neck, along with the faint orchid-like fragrance of a woman.
Damn it! This is like seeing a ghost in broad daylight! Yue Qianchou muttered inwardly. He endured it for a while, but the wind at the back of his neck kept blowing. That faint fragrance seemed familiar. Thinking it over, aside from Ji Wu Immortal Lord and Mu Tianjiao, he did not seem to know any other women in the Immortal Realm—and this scent did not match either of them.
After wasting some more time, the wind behind his neck continued to blow. Yue Qianchou finally could not bear it any longer and abruptly turned around. He froze. Wan Ling covered her mouth and smiled, then crooked a slender finger at him in greeting. Her pretty yet capable appearance carried a touch of mischievous charm...
After staring blankly for a moment, Yue Qianchou turned around and clasped his hands with a smile. "Hehe! No wonder that fragrance felt familiar. So it was Sister Wan Ling's body fragrance."
The moment he said that, all the surrounding gazes swished toward them. Every look was ambiguous and strange as they swept back and forth over the man and woman, as though everyone wanted to see through them and uncover some clue.
Who was Wan Ling? Almost no one present did not know. She was the treasured jewel of Wan Bosheng, the old ghost at the helm of Wàngǔtōng, the foremost chamber of commerce in the Immortal Realm! Whoever managed to win her hand