Her gaze held a hint of suggestion, and she lowered her voice, giving it the distinctive, sultry resonance of a mature woman.
Though the Ghost Vine Soul Sage was over forty, her cultivation as a Soul Sage had kept her face and figure in fine condition. She believed she compared favorably with women barely into their thirties.
"Besides, my lord, I am a Soul Sage, after all. If you are willing, I could join your ranks and serve you.
In... whatever capacity you wish."
As she spoke, she even took a small half-step forward. The ghost vines around her slowly withdrew, revealing the shapely curves beneath her clothes. Coupled with her face, which still retained its mature charm, she certainly had some seductive appeal.
Yet Ning Chen's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.
He looked her up and down, his gaze utterly unruffled. Instead, undisguised distaste showed in his eyes.
He tilted his head slightly, his tone as indifferent as though he were appraising a shoddy piece of merchandise. "Old auntie, I'm not interested in you."
He spoke with breezy indifference, yet his words were like an invisible knife plunging viciously into the Ghost Vine Soul Sage's heart.
Her smile froze on her face. The corners of her eyes twitched, and her lips moved several times, but not a single word came out.
In her forty-odd years, her looks and figure might not have won her every battle in the soul master world, but very few men had ever shown her such blatant disgust.
And this man before her actually spoke to her like that?
Even if he looked young, anyone who had cultivated to the realm of a Titled Douluo had to be an old monster underneath!
She refused to believe Ning Chen was truly as young as he