Investment

"No need to be so formal. My name is Ziyan, and I'm only a few years older than you. Just call me Sister Ziyan."

A hint of warmth shimmered in the woman's eyes, and her voice was as light and clear as a mountain stream.

"I wouldn't dare. Your strength is unfathomable, Pavilion Master. A junior like me could hardly address you as an equal."

"Heh, I was merely a little luckier and born into a good background. That was the only reason I barely managed to reach the spirit wandering realm at this age. If you had been in my position, your achievements would probably have far surpassed mine!"

Ziyan chuckled at his words, the corners of her lips curving into a self-deprecating smile, a faint wistfulness woven into her voice.

As she spoke, her shoulders drooped slightly, and her dark hair slipped over them. A thin mist veiled her clear eyes, lending her a fragile air that would stir anyone's pity.

Such a demeanor could have moved any man's heart, making him long to shelter her beneath his wings and lavish every tenderness upon her.

Yet Shen Changchuan's mind sharpened with alarm.

His vigilance rose to its utmost limit!

As a mere minor cultivator at the ninth level of out-of-body realm, whose birthplace could unquestionably be called a remote backwater, he had no right to pity someone who had stood at the summit from birth.

Besides, Shen Changchuan would never believe that someone who commanded a vast establishment like the Myriad Treasures Pavilion was some sweet, innocent fool.

Seeing him remain silent, Ziyan knitted her slender brows. A faint blush rose in her cheeks as she gave a softly reproachful scoff:

"Forget it. Another blockhead who knows nothing of romance."

She gently turned her pale wrist, her slender,