Glancing at the crowd of coquettish mortal women vying for his attention, Arius remained indifferent.
If he were still a young man, perhaps the sight of these alluring figures would have swayed him. But at over a hundred years old, Arius had long grown numb to such distractions, his mind hardened by the vicissitudes of life.
Cultivators were not without desires, but as time wore on, their ambitions shifted. For most, there was only one true goal: immortality and ascension to godhood.
Sensing Arius's aloof demeanor, the women quickly realized their efforts were futile and tactfully withdrew, seeking their next opportunity.
Soon enough, they found another cultivator entering the Immortal Market.
"Master Immortal, I've been waiting for you…" one of them cooed, her tone sweet and inviting.
"Scram!!"