Song Wen watched Qiao Mengyu's figure vanish into the distant sky, and the infatuation in his eyes gradually faded into indifference.
"Senior..."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.
Song Wen abruptly turned around and saw a young man emerge from the dense woods behind the pavilion.
"Please do not blame me, Senior. Earlier, I happened to overhear how, with just a few words, you made that fairy's heart stir with spring. I hope Senior will be generous enough to teach this junior the art of winning women." The young man spoke with utter sincerity.
Song Wen's expression turned cold, murderous light flashing in his eyes.
"You eavesdropped on our conversation!"
Sensing the icy killing intent radiating from Song Wen, panic flickered through the young man's eyes. He hurriedly took out a storage pouch, respectfully held it aloft with spiritual power, and offered it to Song Wen.
"Please forgive me, Senior. This junior only overheard it by accident. I have admired Fairy Mi Man of the Jade Spirit Palace for many years, but she has always been utterly indifferent to me. I beg Senior to offer me some guidance."
Song Wen accepted the storage pouch and swept it with his spiritual sense.
There were no fewer than five thousand high-grade spirit stones inside.
The killing intent around him abruptly vanished, and a kindly smile appeared on his face.
"Since you are so sincere, little friend, I will surely impart everything I know. Ask whatever you wish."
The young man said, "This junior only wishes to know how I can win Fairy Mi Man's heart."
Song Wen said, "There are no more than three things that can make a woman's heart move—strength, status, and background. What is your family background, little friend?"
He was quite curious about the identity of the