When Wang Xian opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in a dim side chamber.
The last rays of the setting sun filtered through the carved window lattice, casting mottled shadows beside a wavering oil lamp.
In the lamplight, a young woman dressed in black gauze stood motionless by the window. She looked about fifteen, with skin whiter than snow and long, cascading hair. When she glanced back, her alluring eyes seemed capable of stealing a man's soul.
"What a fine innate spiritual physique."
The girl's red lips parted, her voice sweet as honey. "From today onward, you belong to me, Liu Chenyu."
"Where is this?"
Wang Xian forced himself to stay calm and rolled his eyes. "Unless you give me three ten-thousand-year-old snow lotuses, I'll sever my meridians right now!"
Liu Chenyu froze for a moment, then covered her mouth and laughed softly. "I thought you were asking for some rare treasure. It's only three spiritual herbs. I'll get them for you tomorrow."
Wang Xian was completely dumbfounded... He had shamelessly raised the price, yet she had agreed so readily.
It seemed that he and his master truly were the poorest paupers in the cultivation world.
"Ding..."
A melodious bell rang in the distance. Liu Chenyu's expression shifted, and her skirt fluttered as she rose. "Something's happened in the front hall. You... won't run away, will you?"
"Where exactly is this place?" Wang Xian pressed again.
"Hundred Flowers Valley." Liu Chenyu glanced back with a bewitching smile. "There are many demonic beasts in the mountains, young master. Be careful."
After Liu Chenyu left, Wang Xian stared absently at the dancing flames.
He never would have guessed that, in the blink of an eye, he'd ended up a hundred miles away in Hundred Flowers Valley. He remembered his master