Zhuge Lan suddenly let out a soft hum and shifted his foot.
Instantly, a gust of wind swept through the bar, pushing back the few people who had been speaking.
It was at this moment that Wang Qiran finally came to his senses.
"I remember telling you to always stay vigilant and set up formations in advance. It seems your cultivation is still insufficient," Zhuge Lan glanced at Wang Qiran and said.
"Ah."
After waking up, Wang Qiran was still confused about what had happened. Hearing Zhuge Lan’s words, he seemed to recall that he had instinctively wanted to agree to these women’s suggestions. Furthermore, his desire for these women had become completely uncontrollable.
For so many years, even when he was alone at home appreciating works from Japanese teachers, he had never felt such a strong urge. It was as if the desires in his heart had been magnified many times over.
"Nowadays, there is likely only one sect that uses the art of charm."
Zhuge Lan looked at these women, his voice raising slightly, and then his gaze settled in a particular direction.
He was looking at the woman over there, who was dancing on a pole adorned with countless silver leaves.
However, at this moment, she had stopped dancing.
Not only had she stopped dancing, but even the DJ had switched the previously boisterous music to something soft and lyrical.
The pole dancer walked with a model's gait, step by step towards them. Everyone instinctively cleared a path for her.
"Héhuān Sect."
Zhuge Lan's eyes met the woman's eyes in mid-air.
"I didn't expect to meet a descendant of the Wuhou lineage in Changsha," the woman said as she walked closer, all the way to Zhuge Lan.
At this moment, Ning Fengzhi realized that the woman seemed much smaller than when she was dancing on stage. Although her ten-centimeter stiletto heels added quite a bit to her height, even now, she was probably only around 1.6 meters tall.
As the woman approached them, a faint, almost imperceptible aura seemed to envelop them all.
"Wuhou lineage, Zhuge Lan." As Zhuge Lan announced his name, he moved his finger, and the aura emanating from the woman was completely repelled.
"Héhuān Sect, Yue Wanwan."
She chuckled and very proactively extended her hand towards Zhuge Lan.
Seeing Zhuge Lan hesitate, she chuckled again, "What, are you afraid that I, a mere woman, will eat you, a descendant of the Zhuge family?"
"Not exactly."
Zhuge Lan shook his head and extended his hand. They shook hands, and Zhuge Lan then said, "It's just that Miss Yue's art of charm is a bit too overpowering. My friend here is just an ordinary person with no true qi protecting her. If she gets too close to Miss Yue, I fear she won't be able to bear it."
As he spoke, he looked at Wang Qiran.
Wang Qiran's face was slightly flushed. It couldn't be helped; ever since Yue Wanwan had approached, he couldn't stop himself from becoming aroused.
It felt as if his body had a mind of its own, beyond his brain's control.
It wasn't just him; Ning Fengzhi was also significantly affected. Dongfang Jingjing had instinctively held onto Zhuge Lan, her face flushed, unable to speak.