A cold night wind swept across the empty courtyard.
Chu Feng shivered. The sticky filth coating him turned bone-chillingly cold in the wind.
A wave of grief and misery spread through his heart.
He was Chu Feng, the mighty Asura Hall Master, the uncrowned king who commanded an army of a hundred thousand overseas!
He should have been ruling the world with beautiful women at his side.
How had his life fallen into such a wretched state?
Why had his wife and father-in-law thrown him out like a homeless dog, leaving him shivering in the cold night wind?
While Chu Feng wallowed in self-pity,
Ye Lingchen, who had watched the entire farce, swaggered over to him.
Ye Lingchen reached out with the hand that had just grabbed the "immortal medicine" and patted Chu Feng on the shoulder.
"Brother, try to look on the bright side. Life goes on!"
Ye Lingchen looked down at him, speaking with the wisdom of a man who had been through it all.
"The past is gone. Let those unhappy memories blow away with the wind..."
"As the saying goes, why should a man worry about finding a wife?"
"There are plenty of fish in the sea. Why fixate on just one woman?"
He looked earnest and carefree on the outside.
Inside, Ye Lingchen was making his own calculations.
This spectacularly unlucky cuckold was a walking fountain that could reliably produce "peerless immortal medicine"!
If the blow crushed Chu Feng's spirit and left him unable to recover,
where else would Ye Lingchen find something so nourishing that one bite equaled half a month of grueling cultivation?!
That was the last thing Ye Lingchen wanted!
So, no matter what, he had to encourage this prolific producer to keep going!
Feeling the pat on his shoulder,
Chu Feng