Yan Wushi sat alone at the restaurant, deep in thought. He had always been an antisocial type, but even he occasionally craved human company. He took a sip of his wine, enjoying the flavor as it passed over his tongue.

Suddenly, a cultivator passed by his table. He looked up at them and found himself captivated by their presence. They had a certain air about them that caught his eye, and he couldn't help but feel a twinge of attraction.

"Excuse me," he called out, his voice low and seductive. "Would you care to join me for a meal?" He grinned flirtatiously, his eyes flashing with a cunning glint. "I promise not to bite... too hard."