"Junior Sister Ruyan..." Li Ao called softly, a trace of imperceptible tenderness in his voice.
Liu Ruyan seemed not to hear him. Her beautiful eyes remained quietly fixed on Yang Lingtian, who was about to leave.
Her figure flashed like a bolt of purple lightning, appearing before Yang Lingtian in an instant and blocking his path.
"Young Master Yang, where are you going?" Liu Ruyan asked, her red lips parting slightly.
Her voice was seductively gentle to the bone, carrying a hint of reproach.
In truth, Liu Ruyan had watched everything that had just happened from the shadows, seeing it all with perfect clarity.
When she heard Yang Lingtian agree so readily to Li Ao's demand and prepare to leave without the slightest hesitation, she was utterly astonished.
After all, Liu Ruyan had always been extremely confident in her own charm.
Of all the prodigies she had brought back in the past, which one had not been bewitched by her, hanging on her every word?
Let alone Saint Son Li Ao driving them away—even if the Sect Master had personally ordered it, they would likely have fought to the death just to remain by her side.
Yet Yang Lingtian had behaved so very differently.
He seemed neither infatuated nor crazed by her peerless beauty and deliberately displayed allure, showing none of the obsession he should have.
In fact, under Li Ao's pressure, he had prepared to turn around and leave without even a trace of hesitation or reluctance.
This left Liu Ruyan with an intense sense of frustration. Had her charm declined?
Or was Yang Lingtian truly as he appeared, completely uninterested in matters between men and women?
No. Impossible. Liu Ruyan quickly rejected that thought.
Her art of seduction had reached the pinnacle of perfection. Ordinary men could not