Flustered, the young man did not know what to do.

And Jing Hong looked relatively cold and aloof.

"I... Erm..." the young man stuttered nervously. For the first time since becoming a Sixth-grade Human King, he felt as powerless and timid as a mouse.

But she was just so beautiful, so divine; that even a proud son of the Sanctuary could not help feeling himself depraved and vulgar.

"I'd suggest you hold your tongue," said Jing Hong ...