Ye Xiaofan followed Luo Qingchen’s gaze to that part of the world, and in an instant, he was dazed, slightly distracted.

But in the courtyard among the pavilions and towers, above the small bridges and flowing water, Spiritual Qi swirled, and celestial charm rose into the sky, as if casting that part of the world in an unreal light.

And in the center surrounded by the stream, a cluster of flowering gardens bloomed, a riot of colors, an intoxicating beauty, with a large peach tree in full bloom almost blocking all sight, petals endlessly drifting down.

This is more than just a perilous place on earth; it’s practically a celestial abode within a perilous place.

But what entranced Ye Xiaofan was not this breathtaking scenery, but the figure meditating under the peach tree. Seemingly to match the scene, today, Luo Qingxian wore a pink dress, with a tea table spread out in front of her covered with tea sets.

The drifting petals gently fell onto the tea table, as if they too wanted to pause and admire the stunning beauty.

A faint mist of tea slowly rose, her delicate jade-like hands caressed the teaware, a spoonful of flower tea sunk into the purple clay, spreading into the clear water, blossoming.

Her every movement seemed to come from a painting, not belonging to this world.

Even in Ye Xiaofan’s lifetime, he had never seen such a stunning maiden, one that calms the heart, making one involuntarily entranced.

For a moment, Ye Xiaofan was completely lost in thought.

Until a voice as heavenly as nature itself slowly rose, it did not pull Ye Xiaofan back to his senses.

"Little junior brother, staring at a girl like this, don’t you think it’s improper?" the figure queried. At some point, without Ye Xiaofan noticing, she had put down the tea spoon, her eyes sparkling with amusement, looking at the dazed young man standing not far away.

Seeing this, Luo Qingchen nearby rolled his eyes, couldn’t help but nudge the absent-minded Ye Xiaofan with his elbow, expressing his exasperation: "Haven’t had enough? So entranced?"

After this incident, Ye Xiaofan finally reacted, quickly composing himself and slightly bowing in salute: "Ye Xiaofan from South Peak greets Sister Qingxian."

Upon hearing this, Luo Qingxian smiled and gestured slightly with her hand: "Brother Ye, there’s no need for formalities, we are all descendants of the Divine Sword Sect, today it’s sister who invited you, it’s my intrusion. Brother Ye, please have a seat."

Hearing her voice, Ye Xiaofan’s heart tightened violently; her beauty was overwhelming, breathtakingly so.

Not only was she beautiful, but her voice was also extraordinarily enchanting, as if her words could make one forget all worries.

It wasn’t until he felt Luo Qingchen’s nudge that Ye Xiaofan regained his senses, becoming extremely embarrassed.

The siblings Luo Qingchen and Luo Qingxian seemed to understand and didn’t mind this scene.

Ye Xiaofan didn’t even know how he walked over or when he sat down opposite Luo Qingxian.

Noticing the boy who seemed yet to fully awaken, Luo Qingxian couldn’t help but reveal a satisfied and proud smile, as if very pleased with Ye Xiaofan’s performance.

"Brother Ye, please have some tea and taste sister’s craftsmanship. It might not suit your taste, but this is the best tea I’ve managed to brew." Luo Qingxian gently moved her jade hands, and the tea steamed by heat slowly moved in front of Ye Xiaofan.

Ye Xiaofan instinctively nodded, brought the tea to his lips, paused briefly, then slowly put down the cup, quietly watching Luo Qingxian. With a bitter smile, he clasped his hands and bowed slightly: "I lost my manners just now, please forgive me, sister. I have not seen a woman as stunning as you before."

As he finished speaking, the daze on Ye Xiaofan’s face gradually faded away. Although he spoke appropriately, his inner self was filled with self-mockery: Ye Xiaofan, oh Ye Xiaofan, now with your father missing, his life or death unknown, and your sister in deep crisis, how can you be swayed by a touch of beauty and lose yourself?

Thinking this way, Ye Xiaofan’s heart grew increasingly calm. He knew well the saying that a beautiful woman can bring disaster; the more stunning the woman, the greater the trouble. Approaching her actively would only lead to self-destruction.

Moreover, Ye Xiaofan understood that Luo Qingxian’s invitation was not because of what Luo Qingchen claimed as ’taking a fancy to him.’ A girl of such unparalleled beauty would never easily fall for an ordinary person. Even though his name was famous now, it was far from enough to make her look at him differently.

This world holds endless prodigies, those who are even more fearsome than he is now abound.

Since the reasons above were impossible or invalid, Ye Xiaofan could think of only one possibility: she must have an agenda.

Although he didn’t know what her agenda was, instinct told Ye Xiaofan that this was not a lucky romance, and it might even be a deadly trap; with a single misstep, he could fall into a deep abyss.

The more he thought this way, the more calm Ye Xiaofan’s heart became, and even a trace of vigilance arose.

Luo Qingxian seemed to sense the subtle changes in his heart, a peculiar glint flashing through her beautiful eyes.

Fully aware of everything, the ensuing conversation between Ye Xiaofan and Luo Qingxian was nothing short of mutually respectful and cautious.

Luo Qingxian first engaged in small talk with Ye Xiaofan, asking about what happened to him in the ’Hundred Sects Battle Domain’ recently. Then, taking advantage of their shared identity as Divine Sword Sect disciples, she played the emotional card, trying to draw closer.

The more she acted this way, the more cautious Ye Xiaofan became, devoid of any admiration a normal man might have for beauty, instead his gaze was extraordinarily calm.

"Brother Ye, since we’re from the same sect, there’s no need to be so vigilant with your sister. If I wanted to harm you, I wouldn’t have to go through so much trouble." Luo Qingxian became even more certain of her assumptions, and her opinion of Ye Xiaofan seemed to undergo a drastic transformation.