"Could this gentleman come up for a chat?"
Sanmiao Fairy's eyes, unparalleled in their beauty, gazed at Zhou Chen, her voice like heavenly music, captivating the soul.
"The fairy is calling for me!"
The middle-aged scholar screamed in his heart, excitedly saying:
"The fairy favors me, it is a blessing gained from my cultivation through a hundred lifetimes!"
"I am Ji Xiaolan, at your service, Fairy!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged scholar flew up with excitement, his cheeks flushed, feeling as if his fortune had turned, as if his romantic fate had arrived!
"Get down!"
A cold snort echoed, not from Sanmiao Fairy, but from an arrogant young man with an extraordinary presence nearby.
His cultivation level was the same as Ji Xiaolan's, both at the Divine Skill Realm.
But with a single cold snort, he sent Ji Xiaolan crashing to the ground.
"Who do you think you are, daring to covet Sanmiao Fairy!"
The young man sneered.
