Murong Qianxun looked coldly at Cong Yang.
Everyone was gloating, looking as if they were about to watch a good show.
Cong Yang clapped his hands and said, "I almost forgot, maybe you still want a drink, right?"
Everyone: "..."
"Brother Cong, Fairy Qianxun is not one for worldly desires, you can't win her over with these things," Wu Zhao said with a cheerful look, for Cong Yang wasn't the only one who had an interest in Murong Qianxun; many here admired her.
Murong Qianxun was not as stunning as Xia Yanbing, but like a snow lotus on the peak of a snow mountain, she had an ethereal purity untainted by worldly matters.
Besides, this place was full of Arhats, not to mention a woman like Murong Qianxun, even a flower here would have admirers.
Cong Yang glared at Wu Zhao and said in a gruff voice, "Not for worldly desires, then she must know barbecue, otherwise what does she eat? Air from the northwest?"
Wu Zhao: "..."
