"Here it comes…" Qin Ran mused inwardly, her gaze growing colder by the second.
She had lived for thousands of years which was long enough to witness the rise and fall of countless geniuses, to see righteous cultivators turn demonic overnight, and to watch men discard morality the moment desire clouded their minds.
Experience had carved a deep-rooted belief within her: beneath every man's composed exterior lay the same filthy intentions.
And Lin Feng… no matter how calm or mysterious he appeared, he was still a man. Naturally, she expected his request to be no different.
She was fully expecting Lin Feng to ask for her body as payment, and maybe such other ludicrous conditions as her freedom or her dignity or some endless debt that would trap her forever, conditions which Qin Ran absolutely would not agree to, no matter how dire the situation became.
Still, she forced herself to speak, her voice carrying a restrained chill.
