Wei Wan'er had once come from a distinguished family. Even after her fortunes had declined, she still carried the pride and noble bearing of a Proud Daughter of Heaven.
She wore a long gold-and-red dress. Her hair was raven-black, her eyes bright, and her teeth pearly white. Her breasts were full, her waist slender, and her long legs were round and straight.
Even Li Ye had to admit that she possessed extraordinary charm.
"A contract?"
"You think you're in a position to negotiate with me?"
He spoke coldly.
Wei Wan'er froze. She had considered several possibilities.
For instance, Li Ye might be a lecher who would eagerly pounce on her.
Or he might accept her proposal but move the date forward—perhaps before Myriad Dao True Lord's true body came to kill him, so he could use her to improve his cultivation.
Or he might have her begin serving as his personal maid right away, and so on.
If he wasn't a lecher, but instead had lofty ambitions, perhaps he would extend the deadline.
He might wait until the moment he became an immortal before consummating their relationship.
If so, she would have thought more highly of Li Ye.
What she had never expected was that Li Ye would exercise his authority as her master and strip her of the right to negotiate.
Wei Wan'er's expression dimmed. She gritted her teeth, deeply unwilling.
She left.
This incident had given her a clear understanding of Li Ye.
It had also made her see her own position clearly.
That was right. She was a servant now.
Her life was in his hands, subject to a single thought.
What right did she have to negotiate?
Wei Wan'er's lips curled into a self-mocking smile.
Still, it wasn't a completely fruitless encounter. Her new master wasn't