Yet Liu Yu felt not the slightest stir at this breathtaking beauty.
He looked at her casually, without a trace of lust, as though she were merely a skeleton wrapped in flesh.
Before the stone door opened, they had already seen each other, but neither greeted the other immediately.
Whoever spoke first would often fall behind in the contest of presence.
Although they had agreed to trade for the Phantom Dream Heart Sutra, naturally, they had not settled on a price in the brief time available during battle.
Here in the Hengduan Mountain Range, where spirit stones were difficult to replenish, Liu Yu naturally wanted to save as many as possible, so he had to keep a firm grip on the initiative.
As for an awkward silence?
He had no concerns whatsoever on that front. By coming to him of her own accord, Mu Yunyan had already lost half a move psychologically.
All that remained was whether she would yield one step or two.
From beginning to end, the initiative lay in his hands.
And if she had not come of her own accord, Liu Yu had ways to resolve that too. Whether he brought up their earlier agreement or found another pretext, it would all be far too easy.
No cultivator could get a free ride out of him!
To a Golden Core cultivator's senses, the one or two breaths it took for the stone door to open were already plenty of time.
"Fellow Daoist Qing Yang."
Seeing the stone door swing fully open, Mu Yunyan finally could not hold out any longer and spoke with a smile.
With her opening words, their brief contest came to an end.
Everything went unspoken.
"Fairy Mu, please come in."
"My humble quarters are rather bare. Please don't mind."
Hearing her greeting,