This girl was only around seventeen or eighteen years old, merely a mortal without a hint of cultivation level. Although she wasn't a stunning beauty, she was a charming and innocent young lady.
With Ye Wutian's discerning eye, such level of beauty wasn't enough to catch his attention, so he merely glanced at her then diverted his gaze. However, the other male cultivators were another story; to them, her appearance was top-notch, and they all made no attempt to hide their lecherous expressions.
Seeing that Ye Wutian didn't react like the other men, a hint of appreciation appeared in Lin Qingya's eyes. Of course, she didn't know that Ye Wutian was actually more lustful than all the men present; he simply had higher standards.
Noticing the pair after pair of lascivious gazes around her, the girl's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she lowered her head shyly.
