To the clone, there were only two words for it: thrilling.
Ye Feng flipped through the memories recorded by his clone, filled with emotion. Sure enough, whatever kind of person the main body was, the clone was exactly the same.
It was not just Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue. Even the others found the clone deeply irritating.
If not for that reason, Ye Feng's women and children probably would not have left the Three Realms he had created and ventured into the vast universe to search for him.
Ye Feng paced over to Bibi Dong's side.
Bibi Dong was still not very tall. Her long ceremonial gown was a brilliant golden color and fit her perfectly from head to toe. Her fair skin and nearly flawless face made her seem utterly extraordinary. Especially the invisible aura of nobility and sanctity she exuded—it made people unable to resist the urge to worship her.
Bibi Dong was stunningly beautiful, noble, elegant, and serene. Every beautiful word seemed applicable to this woman. Though she was no longer young, the passage of time seemed to have left no trace upon her.
Bibi Dong was still as graceful and captivating as she had been when Ye Feng left.
Ye Feng reached out and suddenly took Bibi Dong's hand.
Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed tightly. She glanced sideways, then turned to look at Ye Feng. Her gaze carried an authority that needed no anger. It seemed to say, "Is your skin itching again?"
Ye Feng ignored Bibi Dong's disgust. He raised his hand and gently brushed aside the hair before her forehead.
Bibi Dong: "..."
Bibi Dong froze for a moment.
The many women, young men, and young women all watched Ye Feng. They could already foresee that Ye Feng would receive a vicious beating from