"Heh!"
The two groups present—almost everyone there—started laughing with ill intent, because in their eyes, this woman was far too tempting.
"Giggle..."
The woman did not care in the slightest about these men, who were like wolves and tigers, as if they wanted to swallow her whole.
It was as if those unrestrained gazes landing on the sensitive parts of her body did not exist at all.
But though she was smiling, her eyes were extremely cold.
Still, none of this had anything to do with Wang Sheng. As long as this woman did not provoke him, that was fine!
"Hm?"
Wang Sheng had originally wanted to pour himself a cup of tea from the table, but when his hand was halfway there, he could not help pausing.
Because, from the corner of his eye, Wang Sheng saw a strange pale-purple glow radiating from the woman's eyes.
The crowd, who had been restless and agitated, all sat down one after another, as if nothing had happened earlier.
The pupils in Wang Sheng's eyes shrank to pinpoints.
What was going on?
Even if they had suddenly given up on their thoughts about the woman.
What about him? Had they forgotten?
And these two groups had clearly been in a standoff, looking as if they were about to start fighting any second, yet now calm had returned.
This...
It had to be said, it was very strange!
Wang Sheng's mind raced as he guessed what kind of situation could have caused a scene like this.
Suddenly, Wang Sheng's eyes lit up, inspiration flashing through his mind, and an answer appeared in his head.
A spiritual-type martial soul and soul skill!
Yes, that was the only possibility.
At this thought, Wang Sheng could not help turning his head to look at her. After