Yuzhi Feng

Yuzhi Feng tilted his head to the side, attempting to understand the depths of Han Yijun's flattery. The corner of his mouth curved condescendingly and he released a satisfied huff of breath.

"Flattery will get you everywhere, boy," Yuzhi Feng commended the Han youngster for his charming tongue. "But calling me beautiful is not enough to earn my blessing, for I have heard it from countless men and women."

Han Yijun remained dazed, still trying to see past the beast phenomenon before him who blurred the lines between reality and myth. He was still bound by the magical threads of Celestial Essence Yuzhi Feng restrained him with, but his jaw could only drop with bewilderment.

"Beautiful does indeed fall short of your…ethereal allure," Han Yijun spoke as if he was whisked away into a trance that defied every moral principle ever ingrained in him.