Sect Master Xichan almost lost her words in frustration when she heard Lin Zhenghui's words.
Last time when she permitted him a touch, it seemed he got addicted.
Now, caring not for Spiritual Treasures, he remained hung up on her body.
These Spiritual Treasures, they were priceless, and several were even brought from the Ancient Immortal Relics.
But before this lad, they were somehow unworthy of his attention?
A bit angered inside, she cursed, "This kid's got everything going for him except he's too lecherous, like a big, bad wolf. If he weren't the chosen one of Heaven's Path and also a sword body, I'd tie him up and whip him—so infuriating."
That's what she thought to herself, but needing something from the kid, she had to hold back.
"Do you really not want the Spiritual Treasure?" Xichan asked, her face expressionless.
"Spiritual Treasure, what's that compared to your scent?" Lin Zhenghui's eyes focused on the area below her belly.