Bian Shasha glared at the man, her angry eyes observing the black-clothed man who became clear from the dim light of the cave.
The man before her wasn't very ugly, although he didn't look like a good person, and being so capable at over thirty was quite impressive.
Facing the man in black, who wasn't an old man, her mood improved slightly. It relieved her that her first time wasn't with an old man and that her future wouldn't be with one either; this didn't depress her too much!
"Beauty," he bragged, "I'm not as old as you imagined, am I? Handsome, right? You're falling for me now that you see me, aren't you?"
The man muttered to himself, then realized he had sealed the woman's acupoints so she couldn't speak.
"Beauty, let me tell you, life has many pleasures. Don't rush towards death. Stick with me, and I'll teach you higher martial arts. We'll cultivate together. Wouldn't you like to reach my level of prowess?"
