Hua Wushang met Lady Nan Feng's eyes, a faint smile lifting his lips, delicate as petals, his expression mocking as he eyed her.
Lady Nan Feng's smile vanished suddenly, alarm bells ringing in her heart, as this man in front of her seemed completely unaffected by her charming technique.
The astute Lady Nan Feng realized there were only two possibilities: one being that this man was not actually a man.
The second possibility was that his cultivation, especially in terms of charming techniques, was far superior to hers.
Clearly, Hua Wushang was not the former, and the smile on Lady Nan Feng's face became forced.
"Unexpectedly, Lord Hua is also an expert in this regard."
Lady Nan Feng managed a small smile, then with a flick of her wrist, a surge of hidden energy burst from her palm.
Hua Wushang reacted instantly, a flick of his sleeve quickly absorbing the energy into his garment, vanishing without a trace.
In the clash of experts, the gap in skill was immediately evident.
