It had to be said that Ji Rou was breathtakingly beautiful. Though she was only sixteen or seventeen, she was already tall and slender.
Her silky hair drifted gently in the breeze, and her starry eyes were alluring. Her jade cheeks, fine nose, vermilion cherry lips, snowy skin, and frosty complexion made her graceful and delicate. Standing before Qin Fengming, she was exceedingly captivating.
Gazing at the peerless beauty before him, even Qin Fengming, whose mind was as unyielding as iron, could not help feeling slightly unsettled.
Although Qin Fengming was already more than eighty years old, his mental age was still only that of a man in his twenties. Faced with such beauty, to say that his heart remained unmoved would have been to deceive himself.
Under Qin Fengming's piercing gaze, Ji Rou's face flushed slightly. She lowered her lovely head and appeared somewhat bashful. Though the man before her was already a Core Formation cultivator, his face looked no more than twenty years old. This was Ji Rou's first time sharing a room with such a young male cultivator.
"Ji Rou pays her respects to Senior. After searching for two days, Ji Rou visited every shop in this area, but she was unable to find even one of the precious materials Senior requested in the jade slip. However, she did purchase quite a few jade-slip texts. I hope Senior will not blame me."
Hearing Ji Rou's words, Qin Fengming showed not the slightest displeasure.
The Cultivation World was currently roiling with turbulent winds and surging clouds, with hidden currents running everywhere. Whether sect cultivators, cultivation Lineages, or Rogue Cultivators, all were secretly preparing for the Three Realms War several decades later. Precious materials for refining artifacts and spirit herbs more than ten thousand years old had inevitably become