It's strange to say, but Xiao Lin couldn't quite explain why he was afraid of Li Qingjiu. If he had to put it into words, it would come down to a feeling—every time Li Qingjiu looked at him, it was as if she wanted to devour him.

Don't get the wrong idea; there was no romantic tension involved. It was purely a metaphor, like a hungry wolf eyeing a large piece of meat.

A simple desire.

...As for why Li Qingjiu could see people with her eyes wrapped in red cloth, let's just say it's best not to meddle in the affairs of cultivators.