At the summit of Fuxi Divine Mountain, Jiang Che's immortal boat floated in the air.
Inside the cockpit, Jiang Che lounged with one leg crossed over the other, propping his cheek up with one hand as he looked at the immortal boats coming and going below, as well as the Emperors climbing the mountain on foot... A smile appeared on his face.
And beside him, there was only one figure.
"Mengmeng, tell me... why are all those Empresses below dressed so seductively?"
"Shouldn't Empresses like them be aloof and transcendent, clad in white and untouched by the dust of the mortal world? This crimson makeup... who are they adorning themselves for?"
Jiang Che turned his gaze sideways toward the woman who had remained silent beside him.
Jia Mengluo, the Jialan Clan's Empress, a half-immortal powerhouse of the Third-Life Emperor Realm, and Jia Ling'er's mother.
Of course, she had now been forced into becoming Young Master Jiang's secret lover. Young Master Jiang rather enjoyed this sneaking-around feeling.
After all, a wife could not compare to a concubine, a concubine could not compare to stolen pleasures, and stolen pleasures could not compare to those forever just out of reach.
Jia Mengluo remained silent. Her worldview had suffered a tremendous blow.
Looking at the Empresses below, each one dressed with beauty capable of toppling cities and kingdoms, she saw that they came from countless aristocratic families and great clans. Some had begun as Rogue Cultivators and attained the Dao of the Emperor only through heaven-defying opportunities. They all possessed pride as lofty as the heavens, yet now... those proud Empresses had cast aside the dignity of an Emperor and put on crimson makeup, all to win one person's heart.
That person was clearly... Jiang Che!
When she recalled what she herself had done