"Master Xueyin, thank you," Zhang Bin said gratefully via spiritual transmission. "I will keep this in my heart. Also, I am not as promiscuous as you think. How could I possibly bed such enchantresses without first reforming them and making them pure?"
"As if anyone would believe you," Master Xueyin said. "From what I've seen, you excel at taking whatever you want by force."
"..."
Two dark lines appeared on Zhang Bin's forehead. Is my image in Master Xueyin's heart really that terrible?
I'm a truly good person, purer in soul and body than anyone else.
"Greetings, Senior Brother."
The six beauties, however, were ecstatic, all calling out coquettishly. Then they swarmed around Zhang Bin, making him feel as if he had entered the Myriad Flower Garden. All the flowers were competing in splendor, their fragrance intoxicating.
"Zhang Bin, what in the world is this Talisman?" the Holy Mother of Black Bell suddenly shrieked, her face a mask of venom and despair.
