C762 Many People Died

The woman approached Qin Ming, bending slightly as her hair floated gently, brushing against his arm with an accidental caress. In a soft voice that seemed to carry the delicate bloom of a lotus, she asked, "May I sit here?"

"No," Qin Ming replied curtly, lifting his teacup for a sip.

His response left the Martial Cultivators in the teahouse taken aback, the woman included. Yet