Ye Tianyi was chatting with the women when Jian Wutian and Ye Ling, unwilling to be left out, walked over as well—mainly Jian Wutian.
"Young Master Ye, right? A pleasure, a pleasure!"
Jian Wutian flashed what he considered a handsome smile, then extended his hand toward Ye Tianyi.
Little did he know just how awkward he looked in the eyes of the many people watching from afar.
Feng Yao, standing in the distance, smiled helplessly and shook her head.
Men... all men were awful.
It was incredibly awkward. Why? From the perspective of those watching in the distance, Ye Tianyi was chatting with a group of beautiful women when two men walked over. One of them even gathered over into the crowd, stepped up before Ye Tianyi, and extended his hand as though they were close acquaintances. He even seemed to think all those beautiful women were looking at him, putting on an act like he was so handsome.
It was damn awkward.
Painfully awkward.
Ye Tianyi looked at Jian Wutian before him, then reached out and shook his hand.
"You are?"
"Oh, I am Jian Wutian of Spirit Sword Hall. I have long heard of Young Master Ye's great accomplishments. Now that I have met you, you truly are extraordinary."
Ye Tianyi smiled. "What's so extraordinary about me?"
Jian Wutian: "..."
What the hell?
Who talked like that?
Normally, shouldn't you say something like, "You flatter me," or "I don't deserve such praise"? Who would ask what was so extraordinary about them?
Damn it!
To be honest, Jian Wutian was rather nervous. Every woman around him was goddess-level, the kind of beauty rarely seen. They were every man's dream, and being watched by them made him a little tense.
"There is far too much to mention, so This Young