The mirror continued without pause.
"A face capable of toppling sects. Eyes filled with temptation. Lips capable of convincing honorable cultivators to make catastrophic decisions. This lady is clearly responsible for many sleepless nights and ruined cultivation hearts."
Han Yu silently agreed with that statement.
Mistress Love Wine looked delighted.
"You hear that? Even the mirror understands me better than Ju Fan does."
Han Yu calmly drank more wine.
The mirror continued admiring her.
"The elegance. The posture. The confidence. This mirror estimates that ninety percent of men lose rational thought within three breaths of meeting this lady."
Daoist Blood Pool snorted loudly.
"Only weak-minded fools."
Mistress Love Wine immediately smirked.
"You counted the breaths, did you?"
Daoist Blood Pool nearly sputtered while Daoist Snake Face quietly laughed into his cup.
Han Yu observed the mirror carefully now.
"Is it some kind of appraisal tool?" he asked.
