Suppressing his spiritual sense, he bowed his head slightly and followed the elder up the final steps, careful not to glance directly at the woman atop the dais.
Then, her voice echoed through the hall—clear, ethereal, with a note of casual power.
"Grand Elder Haiyun… what brings you here? And who's this quiet little stray?"
Her tone was cool, mildly curious. But even that carried a faint spiritual tug—like silk threads brushing the mind.
Tian Lei felt the charm effect immediately.
Like invisible perfume seeping into his thoughts, trying to soften his wariness.
But he didn't collapse or swoon. He stood tall.
'So this is the infamous charm body? Hah. If she thinks I'm some wide-eyed puppy, she's dead wrong.'
Yet, even he had to admit—she was dangerously beautiful.
Even without fully looking at her, his spiritual sense caught glimmers:
