He followed her gaze—and froze.
Standing beside him was Yin Fei, the very same young woman from the Dual Cultivation clan he had just left moments ago. Her elegant features were calm, composed… and her delicate hand was resting lightly against his arm, as if she had always been there.
His pupils contracted.
'How…?' he thought, cold realization seeping in.
Had he brought her here? Why would he—?
His mind strained, but his cultivation was too profound to be so easily clouded. Willing his memory to the surface, he recalled it clearly now: she had asked to accompany him. When he declined, she had begun to undress right in front of him—an act he halted immediately. To avoid further provocation, he agreed to bring her. She smiled, thanked him…
And then—he remembered nothing after that.
Somehow, she had made him forget. That ability alone spoke volumes.
'This girl… she's dangerous.'
