"You, you still say, I will ignore you from now on." Zeng Chunyu was so embarrassed that she wished she could crawl into a hole in the ground right now.
She didn't know why, out of all the men who pursued her, she didn't return their affections; instead, she took the initiative to speak with Mo Huasong.
She initially thought he wasn't interested in her, but to her surprise, he still stole glances at her; his mesmerized gaze gave Zeng Chunyu newfound confidence as a woman.
Mo Huasong, accustomed to the disgrace of individuals in the Cultivation Realm, sighed inwardly at the sight of Zeng Chunyu's feminine shyness.
In such a godforsaken place, with his identity revealed, he knew he was at risk of encountering danger and therefore equally in need of self-preservation.
He had already checked his supply of Spirit Stones; all he had was approximately five billion, enough for only around twenty odd low intensity attacks.
