Gu Yuan Village.
Zi Lin's hypocritical Master, who had wanted to transfer her mental power conceptual roots for herself, descended.
Yet in front of Chi Yu, this sort of small fry was simply not worth looking at; a stream of conceptual light shot into the void and bound the old man who was putting on airs, causing him to fall before him.
The old man was terrified to the extreme, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
"You want to grab this seat's wife?" Chi Yu sneered.
"Your Excellency, spare my life! I didn't know she was your wife!"
"Had I known, even if you gave me a hundred guts I wouldn't dare!"
"Heh."
Chi Yu smiled, no longer spouting nonsense with him, and with a wave of his large hand, yet another golden light conceptual attack landed upon the white-haired old man's body.
The old man's eyes widened as he screamed bloody murder for a moment, then with a bang he turned into a skyful of bloody mist.
Zi Lin blankly watched this scene, quickly feeling a sense of release as if she had been liberated.
The man before her was too strong and gave her such a strong sense of security. She suddenly felt very fortunate, lucky to have met him, and from now on she would be unwavering until death.
She slowly walked up to Chi Yu and, without a word, planted a passionate kiss on him.
Chi Yu never turned anyone away, and the two embraced, tangling their tongues.
After a long time, the saliva-strings broke as they separated, and they flashed back into the bedroom to rest.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed. The various hall masters in the old man's dojo saw that the old man had still not returned and began