"How about this—let one of your men accompany me for a while, and I'll give you the Immortal Grasses," the Storm Roc King said, his beautiful face glowing with obsessive desire as his eyes roamed over the stunning men standing around Shenlian Yingyue. He blatantly ignored her, Xiao Nian, Xiao Yun, Xiao Li, Xiao Lan, Hong Zuan, and Xiao Qiu, who hadn't yet 'transformed' into human form.
Even Xiao Mei, still just a young teenager, wasn't spared. The way the Storm Roc King's eyes lingered was far too obvious. And yet, somehow, Wang Pei Zhi was completely ignored.
Wang Pei Zhi simply didn't have the ethereal looks the others possessed. Shenlian Yingyue's companions and men were otherworldly—so beautiful that their appearances felt surreal. Their charm was so strong that both male and female creatures found them irresistible. In this gathering of celestial beings, Wang Pei Zhi's ordinary looks made him unworthy of the Storm Roc King's gaze.
