"Brother Lu Chen, once we enter the Ten Thousand Dao Source Ruins, my two sisters and I will be relying entirely on you!"
Wen Xingzhu leaned against Lu Ren's side, her breath fragrant as orchids.
A faint, elusive fragrance silently drifted into Lu Ren's nostrils.
At once, Lu Ren sensed an invisible trace of divine soul aura following that fragrance as it silently assaulted his soul.
An ordinary cultivator would likely have failed to notice it altogether.
They might even, without realizing it, have their mind bewitched by Wen Xingzhu and develop a sense of closeness and protectiveness toward her.
But Lu Ren's divine soul had already reached the Four-Leaf Realm. The moment that invisible aura approached, he had noticed it.
"Charm arts?"
Lu Ren sneered inwardly.
"Don't worry. With me here, no one will hurt any of you!"
Lu Ren did not expose her. Instead, he went along with it and drew Wen Xingzhu into his embrace, his palm lightly roaming across her back as a hint of enjoyment appeared on his face.
Seeing this, a trace of smugness flickered deep within Wen Xingzhu's eyes.
In her view, Lu Ren had already fallen under her charm arts.
As long as she could firmly keep hold of Lu Ren, then after entering the Ten Thousand Dao Source Ruins, even if Xu Zhao came after them with others, she would have little to fear.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Near the entrance to the Ten Thousand Dao Source Ruins, more and more cultivators had gathered.
There had originally been only a thousand people, but now the number had nearly reached three thousand.
Without exception, all of them were at the Peak Dao-Controlling Realm.
They stood in small groups of three or five, secretly sizing one another up,