"Do you like her? I can make your wish come true... The number one in the cultivation world, do you want to be it?"
The voice was resonant and powerful, echoing in Chen Zhezhe's ears like the tolling of morning bells and evening drums. Each word carried a seductive quality, slowly eroding his inner defenses.
Before him stood a figure with his back turned, dressed in a grey-blue Taoist robe.
Chapter 92