In the presence of the ger, Dong Yang, though veiled by his impassive facade, couldn't help but be stunned by the radiant beauty emanating from Xu Feng.
The aura that enveloped him was similar to a vision woven with the essence of spring itself—a masterpiece of colors, an ethereal glow that seemed to dance around him in an elegant, mesmerizing display.
Despite the overwhelming allure, Dong Yang maintained his stoic look, refusing to be swayed by the enchantment of the young cultivator's charm. Yet, he couldn't help but acknowledge the sheer radiance of the ger that encased Xu Feng—a vision so breathtaking that it almost demanded undivided attention.
He was already beyond physical lust, yet…
"Can this great cultivator tell me, how long have I been in this one's realm?" Xu Feng tripped on the last word, not knowing what terminology would work with an old spirit.
