Watching Lu Yang's barely restrained yet still somewhat impatient expression, True Person Miaoyin maintained her smile while sneering inwardly.
Heh, men!
The next moment, she voluntarily took a step back. Just moments ago, she had looked as though she were actively seducing him, yet now she had resumed her elegant, dignified bearing.
She understood men's thoughts all too well. To bewitch someone with beauty, throwing oneself into his arms was the lowest-grade method. The truly effective approach was to feign refusal while welcoming him in. Men, after all—the more they could not have something, the more they wanted it. Only by dangling it before them and tugging them along could she thoroughly control them.
"So, would you be willing to discuss this, Fellow Daoist?"
True Person Miaoyin spoke softly, as if her deliberately provocative words just now had merely been an unintentional slip, as though she had never meant anything by them.
The more inscrutable she was, the more she made one's heart itch!
Sure enough, Lu Yang's restless eagerness became ever more obvious. He sped up his speech. "Madam has yet to say why you sought me out this time."
"I wish to make a trip to the Ten Thousand Martial Realm and harvest qi to increase my Fortune."
"Yet Beyond Heaven is fraught with peril, and I have no one to protect me."
True Person Miaoyin sighed. "In the past, my husband supported me. But now that he has passed, I truly cannot find a trustworthy helper."
Having said that, she lifted her gaze to Lu Yang once more. Every gesture, every smile and frown, displayed to the fullest the weakness and helplessness hidden beneath her dignity following the recent death of her husband. Combined with her special status as the former wife of one's superior, it was