The contract failed to condense successfully. To Madam Huo, it was merely as if something had flickered through the air—something suddenly appearing and suddenly vanishing, impossible to see or investigate clearly.
But she heard Xiao Luo SIR clearly when he said, "Don't fool around."
Those words instantly plunged some expectation of hers into an abyss. A sorrowful aura quietly spread through the tea room.
The twelve beautiful women serving as cauldrons all turned to look at her.
Madam Huo slowly exhaled, utterly unconcerned with her exposed state, as though the person standing there were not herself. "Does Mr. Luo think I'm a shameless woman... and that these girls are shameless too?"
Xiao Luo SIR closed his eyes. "It's my own problem. If it were someone else, they would probably have agreed already. These girls are all very beautiful. Truly."
"My own problem?" Madam Huo frowned. "Could it be that the cultivation technique you practice prevents you from getting close to women?"
"There's no restriction like that." Xiao Luo SIR shook his head, but his palm also gave a light wave.
Madam Huo thought he was about to attack and immediately paled.
Unexpectedly, after Xiao Luo SIR waved his hand, a glowing Eight Trigrams formation spread across the floor. The clothes the girls had removed flew back onto their bodies.
Everyone looked at him in uncertainty.
Xiao Luo SIR said softly, "What I'm about to say may sound a little nice. But I truly believe it... Even if they were really cauldrons, I sincerely hope that what they offer is something they willingly offer."
The twelve women's expressions shifted slightly.
Like lifeless dolls, they entered the tea room one by one and stood there. Before coming here, they had already understood what they would face.
They had been raised for the