Jun Zhantian had not attacked the Flame-Patterned Girl directly because he clearly wanted to make her his follower.
It was easy to see that the Flame-Patterned Girl was the central figure here. Many of the men around her gazed at her with admiration.
There were five or six factions here, distinguishable by their clothing and techniques.
Normally, with treasure here, these factions would surely have fought.
Yet no melee had broken out, precisely because someone they wanted to impress was present.
Barring any surprises, the leaders of these five or six factions—the powerful young talents—were all admirers of the Flame-Patterned Girl.
Jun Zhantian loved taking other men's goddesses into his entourage, then leaving them untouched. Watching those powerful young men choke on their frustration felt incredibly satisfying.
This was the showboating habit Jun Zhantian had cultivated over the years.
Whenever he saw a beautiful woman, he could not help making a move.
In his eyes, all the beauties in the world ought to flock around him.
Meanwhile, Qiu Qingxia still thought Jun Zhantian had acted for her sake.
With Jun Zhantian's arrival, the atmosphere in the valley grew tense, swords drawn and bows bent.
The experts from the surrounding noble families and sects flew into a towering rage when they saw Jun Zhantian dare to flirt with their goddess.
"Where did this stray dog come from? Don't you dare hurt her! Take my blade!"
"Fuck, what are you showing off for? You were still sucking milk when I started following Shanshan!"
Some realized Jun Zhantian was trying to pick up a girl, while others simply wanted to beat him to death.
But Jun Zhantian did not even acknowledge their existence, much less spare them a glance.
Facing the flashing blades and swords hurtling toward him, Jun Zhantian's lips curved slightly