"It's okay, just a bit outdated..." Shen Siyuan said with a smile.
Nowadays, with advanced technology, skin smoothing, filters, and makeup are everywhere. We're so used to the exquisite images on high-definition screens that these blatant and crude temptations wouldn't even entice a three-year-old child.
So, Shen Siyuan slightly raised his wrist, and the Divine Sword in his hand continued to swing.
The Sword Qi tore through the pink aura, shattering the illusory tempting images.
"To be truly captivating, it can't be completely exposed like this. The allure lies in being half-covered, half-revealed. How dare you show off such an aesthetic that's centuries behind?"
"How dare you!" the man in the Confucian robe's face darkened, his eyes growing even more gloomy.
"Oh wow, he speaks so strangely, like someone on TV." Dou Dou whispered into Xiao Yue's ear.
But her "whispering" was quite loud, and everyone heard it clearly.
