Lu Shuyao gazed at him tenderly and poured another cup of wine.
"Shuyao offers you another toast, sir."
She gradually moved closer, secretly circulating the Power of the Great Dao. Yin energy spread through her meridians, and a faint fragrance quietly wafted from her delicate body.
This was a fragment of the Heavenly Soul Art she had learned from ancient texts.
It had originally been a trump card for preserving her life, used to bewitch others' minds.
This secret art was exceedingly profound.
Even she had only cultivated it to the third level!
Had she not been left with no other choice, Lu Shuyao would never have used this final trump card. With their eyes meeting now and her peerless beauty as an advantage, she would surely succeed!
To win over Yi Feng.
She had completely cast aside her status as a young lady and did not hesitate to sacrifice her beauty.
In the eyes of this direct descendant of the Lu family.
As long as her great undertaking could succeed, everything was worth paying for. Once she regained control of the Myriad Treasures Building, who would ever learn of such secrets?
Her resolve grew ever firmer.
Lu Shuyao continuously gathered her yin energy, and her seductive demeanor became even more pronounced.
Seeing this young lady offer him another drink, how could a grown man refuse such courtesy?
Yi Feng raised his cup and drained it in one gulp.
"Thank you."
His reaction was bland, and his expression showed little change.
Lu Shuyao was stunned.
She had used the Heavenly Soul Art at such close range, yet this man could still sit steadily, completely unaffected by her charm?
If it had been an ordinary person before her.
They would likely have been parched and drooling by now, wearing the face