"You needn't be so polite. My name is Ziyan, and I'm only a few years older than you. Just call me Sister Ziyan."
There was a touch of warmth in the woman's shifting gaze, and her voice was as light and lively as a mountain stream.
"I wouldn't dare. Your strength is unfathomable, Pavilion Master. This junior cannot treat you as an equal."
"Heh, I was merely luckier than most. I had a decent background, which is why I barely managed to reach the Spirit Wandering realm at this age. If you stood where I stand, your achievements would probably far surpass mine!"
Ziyan chuckled softly at his words. A self-mocking curve tugged at her lips, while a faint melancholy lingered within her voice.
As she spoke, her shoulders drooped slightly, and her raven-black hair slipped over them. A thin mist veiled her clear eyes, lending her an air of fragility so moving that one could not help but pity her.
Such a posture was enough to stir any man's heart, making him wish to shelter her beneath his wings and lavish all his tenderness upon her.
Yet Shen Changchuan's mind jolted with alarm.
The vigilance in his heart rose to its limit!
As a mere minor cultivator at the Out of Body Stage ninth level, and one born in a place that could absolutely be called the back end of beyond, he naturally had no right to pity someone who had stood at the summit from the moment she was born.
Moreover, since she could command an enormous Myriad Treasure Pavilion, Shen Changchuan would never believe she was some foolish, sweet innocent.
Seeing that he remained silent, Ziyan's delicate brows furrowed slightly. A faint blush rose on her cheeks as she clicked her tongue with a hint of coquettish