Flaxseed’s eyes lit up at once. He examined the Saintess from head to toe as though meant to see straight through her, a lascivious glint sparked in his gaze, and drool almost slipped from the corner of his mouth.

He chuckled, “Word is, the Saintess of Bloodshadow Palace possesses remarkable skills in bed. I’ve long wished to verify those tales. They call me the man who can go ten rounds in a night, perhaps I could win your favor?”

Flaxseed made no attempt to hide the provocation in his tone.

The Saintess snorted coldly. “Shameless!”

With a casual lift of hand, a streak of bloody light shot straight for Flaxseed’s face.

He neither dodged nor flinched; his hand fan snapped up to block the attack with a muffled clang, and at the impact, the scarlet beam dispersed.

“Wow, wow, Saintess, surely there’s no need for anger?” Flaxseed smiled. “I admire you greatly, that’s all. I simply had to meet you in person!”