Disrespecting One's Elders

At a single thought, the entire hall fell silent.

Shangguan Yu and Ye Guhong, standing at his side, were already drenched in cold sweat. They regretted only that they had ever provoked Shen Yi.

Shen Yi's might had already surpassed the bounds of martial arts they could comprehend. Life and death were as unpredictable as the wind and clouds, all resting upon a single thought of his.

Yet they were controlled by the desires of utmost bliss. If they disobeyed, they would be drained into dried husks in an instant.

Advance, and they would die; retreat, and they would die.

They trod on thin ice, only to capsize in an instant.

Fortunately, though Shen Yi had suppressed the entire hall with a thought, he had not directly destroyed them. Instead, he lifted his eyes toward the floor above.

"Hero Shen, since you have honored us with your presence, please come upstairs for a talk."

A soft female voice suddenly rang out,

reaching the ears of everyone present.

The voice was supremely bewitching, soft as silk, with a faint huskiness in its tone that seemed to brush against one's skin. Every syllable was wrapped in lazy magnetism.

It was like feathers tickling the tip of one's heart. Though it was merely a simple invitation, it carried a soul-hooking tension.

Even Shen Yi, upon hearing such a voice, found countless visions of alluring, graceful figures suddenly arising in his mind.

Much less Shangguan Yu, Ye Guhong, and the others. Their eyes were vacant, mouths slightly open, hands reaching out unconsciously, as though they had fallen into some unknown illusion.

What formidable seductive arts!

Buddhist thoughts rose and fell within Shen Yi's heart, instantly calming the ripples on the lake of his mind. Taking A' Yue by the hand, he ascended the spiraling