Ye Rumeng possessed the capital of a nation-toppling beauty.
"No!" The young northern master extended a finger and shook it.
"All these are not the most important! The point is, she has to be a pure, crystal-clear fairy!"
As Ya Shitian was about to drink, his motion suddenly froze—
The young master from the north was immersed in his own fantasies, completely oblivious to Shitian's reaction.
"Women are naturally born to be fairies. Unfortunately, the ladies I've met are but minor demons not worthy of note; I've never encountered one who could ascend to immortality."
He turned his head towards Ya Shitian, "Have you ever met such a fairy, Shitian?"
Ya Shitian drank blandly, "No."
"If you do meet one, you must introduce her to me; name your reward."
Ya Shitian slightly curled his lips, "Young Master from the north sets his standards too high, you might consider lowering them a bit. I could introduce you to a woman who could topple nations."
