The chat mastermind.
A momentary freeze traced his smile, and the flash of annoyance that passed did not escape Cen Zhuangzhuang's eyes. He couldn't help but shrink his neck, convinced that indeed, all women were the same.
It was clearly her who said he could speak his mind.
"Seems like Mr. Cen, who listens to his elder brother all day, has a bias against our Joyful Sect. Ah, that truly saddens Ying Ling. Could it be that in Mr. Cen's eyes, the Joyful Sect, as one of the eight great sects of the Central Plains, is composed entirely of such licentious cultivators?"
Advancing to retreat, those expressive eyes fluttered as if dripping with water. Usually, just one look would reveal everything, especially that somewhat aggrieved and pitiful demeanor that stirred the heart.
