Zhang Deming looked at her, his brow furrowed slightly. "Senior Sister, do you have business with me? If not, please leave. The Flying Spring Waterfall Tower is a humble place, too small to host someone of your stature."
Dang Rushuang paused for a moment. "Junior Brother, you're really no fun at all!"
Seeing this, Zhang Deming, with no intention of flirting back, simply turned and walked away.
This time, Dang Rushuang was genuinely taken aback.
In all her years, she had never been treated this way by anyone from the younger generation. It was a first—especially since she had been the one to initiate the flirtation!
"Aren't you afraid I might 'accidentally' say something? That a visit to the Flying Spring Waterfall Tower was so enchanting I can't get it out of my head? It would certainly attract quite a few of our fellow disciples, wouldn't it?"
