"Zhang Zhi, what nonsense are you spouting? I've never been a playboy, and I am truly sincere towards Xiao Yun," Yu Qingli retorted angrily, glancing at the middle-aged male cultivator before turning to look at the maid Xiao Yun, who hadn’t walked far, and quickly added in defense.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Zhi couldn't help but laugh, and the other two male cultivators at the table also showed amused smiles, while the only female cultivator's face displayed displeasure.

"You call that sincerity? Pah."

A scholar-dressed cultivator chimed in, "Fairy Hua is right. Yu Qingli, how many female cultivators have you been truly sincere with? Can you even count?"