Suddenly, Shen Lang found herself on the receiving end of many more devouring stares.
She yawned nonchalantly and said with a grin, "So, should I call you Lord? Lord, I don't want to stay here anymore. Will you take me back with you?"
Now that they had a connection, Shen Lang's wheedling came naturally.
Especially with those shimmering, fox-like eyes—they could tempt even an Immortal into falling from grace. But unfortunately for her, she was facing a block of ice, as oblivious to her charms as a rock. Her seductive glances were cast upon a blind man; they had absolutely no effect.
Changfan frowned slightly. "You should clean yourself up before you come back with me."
Shen Lang glanced down at herself. Covered in dust and grime and looking like she'd rolled in a mud puddle, she was completely filthy. 'No wonder an Immortal as pristine as glacial snow isn't a fan.'
