???
Faced with Li Su's blurted words, Su Xue stood frozen for quite a while before asking in stunned disbelief, "Who told you that?"
Li Su simply closed his eyes, utterly unwilling to speak.
With a body like hers, not to mention men—even women would struggle to keep themselves in check. It couldn't possibly be her own natural allure; it had to be some cultivation art with bewitching properties.
Long-distance communication alone was already this terrifying. At close range, even a Golden Core cultivator at the Yang Spirit level probably wouldn't be able to withstand it—they'd surrender on the spot. If things went badly, their yang essence might be drained completely.
At the thought of that scene, even Li Su couldn't help shuddering. Though every man dreamed of dying beneath the flowers, it was only ever supposed to be a dream.
Thinking of this, grief rose in Li Su's heart. He had only just found someone powerful to cling to—had she already defected?
No, what was the point of that???
Could she be contacting him because she wanted him to serve as an undercover agent?
What should he do? Report her, or report her?
"Wait." Seeing the grief and indignation on Li Su's face, along with his abrupt use of a cultivation art to suppress his mind earlier, Su Xue seemed to realize something. Her pupils contracted as she asked, "Little disciple, did you sense a bewitchment art from me?"
Clearly a question, yet incomparably soul-stirring—every note in her voice brimmed with temptation.
Li Su shivered, feeling that this was utterly outrageous. His first stage of development was not even complete, yet she had forcibly stirred his desire. Even his body's physiological barriers had been smashed to pieces.
Only then did Su Xue seem to understand what had happened. Rarely,