"A deformed parrot hanging on a tall ancient tree—haha! Such a perfect match!"
Seeing her tease herself without restraint, Zhan Se, apart from admiring her commendable spirit, really found her humorous analogy funny. He reached up to tug at the 'feather' on her head, chuckling as he spoke.
"Let's go, no more mumbling. Although you've ended up with a failed look, you win with courage and persistence. Don't worry, Miss Ai Lun, I've suddenly gained a lot of confidence in you."
"That's for sure, a girl chasing a guy is like a layer of gauze."
Zhan Se punched the air at her, ready for battle.
The party of seven entered the temple. With their striking looks and diverse styles, they naturally drew stares from many of the worshippers. Without lingering too long inside the temple, Emperor Quan pulled Zhan Se into the main hall of Ciyun Temple—the Great Treasure Hall.
