Chen Changming's heart jolted at her words.
It seemed that—even though he was only an avatar—the Ice Spirit Fairy's avatar could still sense something.
It was just that the sensation did not seem strong enough for Luan Yanling to recognize him completely.
"Junior Brother Chen, look how proactive Junior Sister Luan is. Say something already! Are you choosing her or not?" Lingyue egged him on from the side.
"Senior Sister Luan, I'm sorry. I truly have no plans to seek a Dao companion at the moment. I have failed to live up to your feelings."
Without waiting for anyone to react, he turned and swiftly entered his cave abode, activating its defensive array at the same time.
He truly did not wish to continue tangling with these passionate, uninhibited female disciples. It was simply a waste of time.
Now that he had shut himself away in seclusion, there was nothing they could do to him. Once the fuss died down after a while, the matter would naturally fade away.
Seeing Chen Changming flee into his cave abode as though running for his life, Lingyue could only feel rather helpless.
Rubbing her brow, she looked at the women and said with a wry smile, "Junior Sisters, it seems this cannot be rushed. We can only take a long-term approach. Junior Brother Chen is wholly devoted to cultivation right now. We can't force him, lest we provoke his resentment."
One beautiful woman gave an unconcerned giggle. "Don't worry, Senior Sister Lingyue. We have plenty of patience! Since Chen Shan is already a disciple of our Red Luan Immortal Sect, the monk may run, but the temple cannot. Once he comes out of seclusion, we'll slowly wear him down. I refuse to believe he won't be moved!"
"Exactly!"
The other female disciples nodded