He had put two and two together and realized that she wasn't here for him, but was in fact she was headed towards the hut. Her target was Zhang Jian, his master and there was no way he'd be letting her take another step.
"You know why I'm here." She spoke.
Wu Ming froze, and thought, 'Can she read my mind? If she can then bitch you better start running.'
Sadly, there was no reaction on her face, thus he assumed she meant that a powerful succubus like her would only target powerful people, and he should've known that.
"I'll never let you get anywhere near my master." He said. At that very moment, Zhao had decided that this man would look a lot better if his head wasn't on his shoulder, but she needed to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. Not because she was merciful, but because she couldn't bother wasting her time on someone that was literally a child in front of her. A thousand years younger, barely even peaking the synthesis stage.
