"A… favor?"
"Mhm," he said, getting a little closer to her, close enough that she could smell the faint trace of bath oils and smoke on him. At his current Dual Cultivation realm, even his natural scent acted as an aphrodisiac.
"It requires some privacy. Do you mind following me into another room for a moment?"
Mind you, the other room he was referring to was the bathroom he was just bathing in.
The Matriarch wasn't dumb, she knew exactly what was going on, she just couldn't believe someone could be so daring with a Matriarch—or rather, a Core Court Elder of the sect.
"I need someone to deliver a message," he said.
"What message?" she asked curiously.
"Before I tell you that…" Xiao Fang said, his voice suddenly deepening into a smooth, hypnotic cadence. "Come, follow me."
His words reverberated through her soul like a soft pulse, tugging at something buried deep within. It was subtle, almost imperceptible—but there. An unnatural urge to obey.
