"To be frank, Madam, I am a Cultivator. I happened upon Weiwei today and noticed something quite unusual about her eyes, so I came here specifically to discuss it with you."
Xiao Mo spoke sincerely, not beating around the bush.
'Not another Cultivator...'
Hearing Xiao Mo's words, Madam Wang turned her face away slightly, biting her lip and muttering to herself.
To be honest, she was quite reluctant to get involved with Cultivators.
But this young gentleman had a refined temperament and handsome features. He didn't seem like a bad person at all. In fact, he had a gentle, cultured air and spoke with courtesy and respect.
'Besides, if he truly had ill intentions toward Weiwei, he probably would have just taken her by force already. Why would he go to the trouble of coming here to talk?'
"In that case... please come inside, Sir."
After a moment of deliberation, Madam Wang finally invited Xiao Mo into the courtyard.
