A medieval-style council chamber.
Zhang Yuanqing appeared in the seat of honor and watched figures materialize around him—every one of them a Sovereign from the organization.
Other than Demon Eye Heavenly King and the Stop-Killing Palace Lord, all the Sovereigns instinctively looked toward the heavily made-up Apple Pie. This black-haired, brown-eyed Western woman wore eyeliner and lipstick, with slightly too much foundation on her face—the standard look of a nightclub queen.
Yet even Xiahou Aotian, who believed that "women didn't need too much personality and should obediently join my harem," revealed a covetous expression and stared at her in a daze.
An eighth-level Love and Desire Sovereign could captivate countless men even with a handful of ash smeared across her face, let alone heavy makeup.
Apple Pie curled her lips into an ambiguous smile. "Guild Master, should I excuse myself?"
Before Zhang Yuanqing could respond, the Stop-Killing Palace Lord said flatly, "No need!"
Her voice was clearly soft and pleasing, yet to everyone's ears it rang like a morning bell and evening drum, instantly dispelling all lustful thoughts.
Xiahou Aotian appraised Apple Pie and asked with reserved composure, "Are you married? Do you have a boyfriend?"
The smile at the corner of Apple Pie's lips widened. "Though I don't like younger boys, if it's a young genius, I wouldn't mind having a wonderful and pleasurable experience."
She would not take the initiative to hook up with Sovereigns from the same organization—after all, office romance should not be encouraged—but if someone delivered himself to her door, she would be more than happy to accept.
Those of the Love and Desire profession conquered the world through sleep and built connections through lubrication.
Xiahou Aotian nodded, stroked his chin, and muttered, "I don't have a virginity complex, but she's too flamboyant, and her