There were seven women in the group. They surrounded Qitian Muchen, chirping and twittering, their smiles radiant. Their beautiful eyes never left him. Some were shy, some fiery, while Qitian Muchen wore a smile and welcomed them all. He occasionally cracked a little joke, making the girls burst into laughter.
Liu Xinyi, Qi Xishuang, Pu Zitong... These names all rang like thunder throughout Myriadpath Valley. They mostly came from imperial star Lineages, and within their respective families, they were princess-level figures. In the future, they all had the potential to become Saint Ancestors, their status far surpassing that of Yellow Dao Saints!
However, before the three Daoyu families, their statuses meant nothing. That was precisely why they secretly cast flirtatious glances at the valley master's youngest son. Even if they failed to win his favor, simply becoming a familiar face before the young master standing at the pinnacle of the entire universe was worthwhile.
After spending enough time in Myriadpath Valley, everyone in their circle naturally knew Qitian Muchen's tastes. He was a romantic man—dashing, carefree, interesting, and experienced with countless women. Though he had not yet had his fill of wandering, and would absolutely never marry a woman outside the Qitian clan, as long as she possessed beauty and temperament and was willing to throw herself into his arms, he would welcome her without refusal.
In fact, these women were all older than Qitian Muchen. Some were even already married, their husbands high-ranking figures in Myriadpath Valley of the same level. Yet they seemingly had no taboos and played with abandon.
What a joke!
In Myriadpath Valley, if Qitian Muchen personally put a hat on someone's head, that was an honor.
While Qitian Muchen was chatting and laughing with those women, Li Tianming was glaring at him through the