The Young Master of the Wang Family Accosted Me to Test My Strength?

At some point in time, the descendants of the aristocratic families seemed to have arrived. However, their gazes were not on the older generation.

Instead, their gazes were on Nie Ling and Li Mengxi, the two beautiful beauties.

A handsome young master of the late stage of the foundation establishment stage came in front of Nie Ling and said in a very polite and gentle voice, as if he was afraid that the slightest bit of noise would scare Nie Ling away.

"Fellow Daoist, how may I address you?"

The young master held a fan in his hand and pretended to be handsome as he looked at Nie Ling. His brows were filled with affection.

Faced with this person's refined harassment, Nie Ling could not chase him away immediately, so she could only say coldly.

"Nie."

However, the other party did not seem to hear the sense of alienation Nie Ling was giving off. Instead, he continued to shamelessly go up and pester Nie Ling.