"Excellent people, no matter where they go, are always targeted by demonesses," Wen Zhixing sighed as he sat inside the house.
He had kept a low profile this time. He didn't reveal his identity, nor his constitution, nor his combat strength, nor his handsome features, and most certainly not that exceedingly rich primordial yang. Yet, despite all this, he had instantly been entangled by that demoness Si Nanyan. And she seemed even more passionate than before.
"Damn it, what did I do wrong?"
Wen Zhixing fell into contemplation.
"It's not my fault."
A moment later, he figured it out.
Yes, he hadn't done anything wrong. It was his constitution that was the problem. Even though he used the Concealing Spirit Skill to hide himself, he was still unconsciously attracting that ill-intentioned demoness.
"This damned charm of mine! Forget it, let's deal with the Sea of Sense first."
