Heir of Condemned by Thousands

Catherine was in no hurry. The Devil Bewitching Heart Art was inherently a technique that slowly stirred a person's emotions. She had absolute confidence in herself and was certain that Lin Shen would gradually fall into its snare.

So Catherine was not anxious in the slightest. She merely displayed her beauty and personality through every gesture and movement.

She changed into one formal gown after another, effortlessly carrying off every style and showing a different kind of beauty each time.

There was sexy allure, pure refinement, fiery red lips, and noble coldness.

Among a thousand forms of beauty, there was always one that would be a man's heart's desire.

But gradually, Catherine began to feel somewhat astonished.

She had already pushed the Devil Bewitching Heart Art to its limit. Combined with her own beauty and temperament, even an ascetic monk devoted to cultivation should have felt at least a flicker of attraction.

Yet although Lin Shen did his utmost to appear entranced and full of admiration every time, Catherine could tell that his true emotions had not changed in the slightest. They were like an ancient well without ripples, utterly still.

Looks like I can only use that battle robe. Catherine refused to accept it. How could Lin Shen possibly remain unmoved? It was practically an insult to her.

When Catherine stood before Lin Shen in the battle robe she was most proud of, her mood slowly shifted from confidence to discomfort, then to unease. In the end, she even seemed to want to flee. She hurried back to the changing room and changed out of the battle robe she had been most satisfied with.

*Damn human. He must be deliberately pretending not to recognize me. He actually knows I'm his enemy and has no idea how much he hates