Intent

Xiang Yang's words were rather abrupt, yet no one in the hall refuted him. Instead, they all looked toward Six Yin Superior behind the gauze curtain. This was precisely what they were desperate to know.

They could eat, drink, and make merry anywhere; there was no need for them to rush all the way to Mangniu Ridge. The reason they had come was to learn Six Yin Superior's specific intentions.

Six Yin Superior did not answer at once. He merely stared deeply at Xiang Yang through the curtain. This Xiang Yang again.

From the very beginning, he had been observing this man. In the great hall, Xiang Yang was the youngest and had the shallowest seniority, yet his temperament was the most resolute. His cultivation might not match those who had trained for decades, but his combat strength was impossible to gauge.

Especially just now, when the women had danced before them, Xiang Yang had practically kept his eyes straight ahead. It was as though they were not women at all, but stiff stones, incapable of stirring him in the slightest.

He could tell that Xiang Yang was not enduring or restraining himself; he truly regarded them as nothing. It was like an adult watching a colony of ants. No matter how beautiful the ants were, could a person possibly feel desire for them? Absolutely not.

And when everyone else revelled and indulged in lust right there in the hall, Xiang Yang had closed his eyes and settled his mind, actually entering cultivation. His thoughts were so tough and calm that he hardly seemed normal.

At such an age, with such martial arts and such a state of mind, even in Six Yin Superior's many years of experience, he was a rare curiosity. It even gave rise to a trace