"Young Master Yang, have you discerned anything?"
The voice of Pure Spring Saintess tinkled like a clear spring, making Yang Zhen feel as though he were bathing in the breezes of spring.
Look, this is the demeanor a disciple from the Great Sect should carry. They haven't even gotten angry, so why are you all flustered?
Hearing the inquiry of Pure Spring Saintess, Yang Zhen decisively let his gaze rest above her chest… on her eyes, smiling as he shook his head, "How could I, a lowly one, discern anything, Saintess?"
Pure Spring Saintess suddenly flashed a smile, causing everyone to gape in astonishment, with some even hastily wiping their drool.
"Young Master Yang, could it be that you don't believe in a woman's intuition?"
Yang Zhen was taken aback, not expecting Pure Spring Saintess to even bring up something as formidable as a sixth sense.
Plainly speaking, without any benefit, why would I, Sao Saint, bother pretending?
