Staring at the man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, suddenly sitting in front of her, proclaiming himself "her future husband "with an ego so inflated it was about to burst, Zhang Yiyi was actually stunned for a moment.

To be honest, the man was quite handsome. Even though he was dressed in a rather garish color, he somehow managed to pull off a dashing look, which wasn't off-putting.

However, the man's supposedly humorous and witty remarks left Zhang Yiyi feeling deeply uncomfortable.

The old cliché about "being your future husband" almost made her think that this man might have come from the same world as her old self.

But as soon as he mentioned his name—Zheng He—she was convinced it was just a coincidence and nothing more.

Zheng He, the famous voyager, was quite well-known in Chinese history books. If this man was really from the same place as her, he wouldn't be confidently using that name so proudly.

After all, the famous Zheng He was a eunuch.

"Miss, are you mesmerized by how dashing your future husband looks? Is that why you're staring so intently?"

Seeing Zhang Yiyi staring at him without speaking, with no surprise, shyness, or anger on her face, the man immediately felt that she was even more to his liking—so much more interesting.

Beautiful female cultivators weren't rare, but it was much harder to find someone both beautiful and intriguing.

Zheng He felt like his luck was great today. Not only had he run into a charming woman, but his earlier frustration from being scolded by his father had vanished completely.

As the man, who called himself Zheng He, continued to indulge in his narcissism and increasingly unreliable words, Zhang Yiyi realized she couldn't stay silent any longer.

This guy was shameless, but fortunately, she'd seen even more shameless people before, so she wasn't particularly angry.

"Are you sure you're talking to me?" Zhang Yiyi finally spoke, calling him "senior" with a serious face, instantly putting a vast psychological and spiritual distance between them.

Though the man seemed like an unreliable playboy, he was, in fact, a genuine Golden Core stage cultivator.

Of course, Zhang Yiyi called him "senior" not because of their cultivation gap, but because of his age!

At over 150 years old, Zheng He was indeed an old senior compared to the youthful and beautiful Zhang Yiyi.

"Ahem..."

Zheng He was caught off guard by the title "senior."

Could this girl really be so clueless about matters between men and women? Calling someone "senior" at a time like this totally ruined the mood!

He'd been so obvious with his intentions. Could she not tell that he was trying to woo her?

"There's no need to be so formal, miss. I'm your future husband! Just call me by my name."

But soon, Zheng He returned to his usual demeanor, casually throwing around the term "husband" as if it were nothing.

Still unmoved, Zhang Yiyi, looking as though she was deep in thought, asked, "Senior, are you planning to use your power to bully me and forcibly take a female cultivator in broad daylight?"

"Huh? Hahaha..."

Once again, Zheng He was thrown off by her unexpected response, stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter, which only grew more awkward.

"Of course not! I wouldn't do something so improper."

After laughing, Zheng He instinctively straightened up, trying to present himself as an upright gentleman. "Miss, rest assured. Here in Jia Gu Guan City, with me, the young city lord Zheng He, present, nothing like what you're worried about will happen! I will only win your heart with sincerity."

"Oh, that's good."

Zhang Yiyi smiled slightly, finally showing a hint of warmth. "Then, senior, please sit at another empty table. I don't seem to recognize you. I think you've got the wrong person."

"Pfft..."

Several patrons at nearby tables couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The commotion at Zhang Yiyi's table was impossible to ignore. After all, it wasn't every day that the young city lord tried to flirt with a female cultivator in such a peculiar manner, and the girl herself was equally unusual.

"What are you laughing at? Never seen a guy chasing a girl before?" Zheng He glared at those laughing, clearly annoyed.

If he hadn't just assured this pretty girl that he wouldn't use his power to bully others, he would've already thrown those nosy patrons out of the teahouse.

Having said that, he couldn't be bothered wasting more time on them. He turned back to Zhang Yiyi and said with a grin, "It's fine if I'm not familiar to you now. After a few more glances, I will be! Miss, I have quite a lot to offer. Becoming my dao companion will definitely be a good deal for you!"

To Zheng He, beautiful women were meant to be pampered, so despite Zhang Yiyi's earlier refusal to give him face, he wasn't angry at all.

More importantly, her slight smile earlier was so sweet and adorable that it melted his heart.

Hearing this, Zhang Yiyi took another good look at him, then asked, "Senior, I assume you've said the same thing to many beautiful women before?"

His experience and thick skin clearly marked him as a seasoned flirt.

Still, despite his flirtatiousness, Zhang Yiyi noted that he had boundaries. He hadn't truly resorted to any despicable acts.

Zheng He, thinking he was making progress, immediately denied it. "Of course not! How could other women compare to you? I sincerely want to form a dual cultivation partnership with you. Just say the word, and we can arrange the marriage right away. I promise you'll have a grand wedding and become the young mistress of Jia Gu Guan City!"

These weren't just empty words. Although Zheng He had always been a flirt, his status, cultivation, and good looks meant that he rarely met with failure.

In the past, nine out of ten women he showed interest in would throw themselves at him, and the remaining two could easily be won over with a single glance.

But those women were merely for fun. Marrying them as a dao companion or even bringing them into his house as concubines had never crossed his mind.

Zhang Yiyi, however, was different. From the moment he saw her, Zheng He felt that she was the one he wanted to marry. There was no reason—it just felt like fate.

That was why, for the first time, Zheng He had gone out of his way to plan such a novel and creative opening line, hoping to leave her with the best impression.

However, fate had other plans, and all of this effort had no effect on Zhang Yiyi.

"Senior, I think you've misunderstood me."

Zhang Yiyi quickly interrupted Zheng He before he could continue with more promises, feeling a bit speechless. "What I mean is, since you're experienced with chatting up pretty girls, you surely understand that when one door closes, another opens. There's no chance of me becoming your dao companion, so I suggest you find another target."