Lin Mo's wry grin froze on his face, caught between the teasing glares of Chu Yueying, Wu Meiyu's barely concealed amusement, and now Jiang Jianxin's calm yet piercing silver gaze.
The Divine Convenience Store, usually a haven of controlled chaos, felt like a pressure cooker with these three women converging on his counter. The soothing pulse from the hidden immortal-grade artifact did little to ease the sudden weight of attention.
Sensing the brewing drama, the customers in line slowed their purchases, their Viewing Jades already flickering with Bulletin Board pings as they whispered among themselves.
