For four young men who had spent years cultivating at the Dao Alliance Mountain Gate, ignorant of worldly affairs,
a mature woman was plainly more appealing than a sweet little thing or a young girl.
Besides, Luo Yi had a vague sense that Elder Gao was not as simple as she appeared.
With every smile and frown, an inexplicable aura of Enchanting Art spread from her.
Otherwise, however little resistance Wei Beichen and the others had to a woman's looks and attire, they would not have made such a sorry spectacle of themselves.
"Ahem!"
Elder Gao had long grown used to people staring at her, but she could feel four burning gazes on her now, practically throwing sparks.
Her daughter was in the room, too. Letting this awkward silence drag on would hardly be appropriate.
If word got out, it would do her reputation no good.
The cough echoing through the room broke the spell holding Wei Beichen and the other three captive to her beauty.
They came to their senses at once, their faces flushing crimson.
Heads lowered like quails, they did not dare meet Elder Gao's gaze.
It's over. I've really lost all face this time.
Wei Beichen's face burned as he glanced down toward his two junior brothers and his junior nephew, Tang Songyuan.
Their faces were just as red, and they looked even more wretched than he did.
Ignoring the four embarrassed men behind him, Luo Yi studied the middle-aged woman before him.
He could sense no powerful aura from her.
Sitting there, she seemed less like an elder of the Heavenly Star Sect than an ordinary woman from the mortal world.
Yet that only made him warier.
His inability to discern her true cultivation did not mean she was weak. It meant his own mastery