Chapter 1138

"So the guy who ripped apart a warlord Demon Puppet is just another skirt-chaser, huh?" "Not really," someone countered. "Cloudspire Sect's other holy maiden, Genevie Nicholson, also invited him, but he turned her down. And she's no less stunning." The news of Wyatt accepting Faith's invitation spread like wildfire. Every faction keeping tabs on him immediately took notice. Half an hour later, Wyatt stepped into a room styled with elegant vintage charm. "So it's really you," came a soft, melodic voice from behind him. Turning, Wyatt saw Faith approach with effortless grace. Her face was unadorned, yet her natural beauty shone. Her high forehead was smooth and flawless, her skin radiant, her figure tall and poised. Every step she took seemed deliberate, her slender waist moving with an almost hypnotic fluidity. Wyatt caught himself staring, his thoughts briefly wandering before he refocused. "Ms. Lanne," he said, offering a respectful nod. She replied with a warm