"Young master, please wait!"
Just as he stepped out of the Drunken Fragrance Building, Wu Yiming suddenly heard a voice calling from across the street, prompting him to look up.
He paid no attention to the man who shouted at him, focusing solely on the young girl standing there.
She was as slender as a new willow, her brows and eyes curved like a crescent moon, carrying an innocence with a touch of naivety.
The small green hat atop her head only added to her charming sweetness.
As the sole son of Real Man Wu Jue, the City Lord of Luoxian City, Wu Yiming had been pampered all his life, and had seen all kinds of women.
Thanks to his father being a Nascent Soul Stage Great Cultivator, countless women sought his presence, hoping to rise high like a phoenix.
Yet ironically, he hadn't experienced the pure, innocent allure of a young woman like this before.
So Wu Yiming walked straight over, flicked his hair, and arrogantly opened his fan.
"Miss, are you alone?"
