"Shame on you, Sister You Er. You're being far too impatient."
At her words, Mandala's little face immediately flushed crimson.
Though, though they did have such thoughts.
Still, they could not be too hasty.
At the very least, they had to let their master rest first before enjoying themselves.
"Good sister, I was talking about welcoming him and washing away the dust of his journey. What were you talking about?" Nine Nether blinked, seemingly unable to understand Mandala's words, and smiled sweetly.
"I-I was talking about that too, of course." Her little face scarlet, Mandala hurriedly defended herself. "And we have to let Master fill his stomach too~"
The suggestive words of the two women made Zhao Chen feel as though he had been targeted.
It seemed he would not be getting much sleep tonight.
Still, the feeling was not bad.
"Anything is fine. I'll satisfy your requests."
Zhao Chen smiled and directly scooped Nine Nether and Mandala up in his arms.
He then sat down upon the throne in the hall.
"Hey, you even dare to do that with someone so small?"
At that moment, a figure in white emerged directly from within the crystal spatial gate.
Like a celestial fairy descending into the world, she carried an aloof and ethereal aura.
Her exquisitely beautiful face bore an azure sword mark between her brows, radiating a faint azure glow.
Her plain white dress outlined her delicate figure.
The full, proud curves before her chest were especially eye-catching.
Her slender waist could be grasped in one hand, with silky azure hair cascading down from her fair shoulders and resting there.
Her long, fair jade-like legs extended from beneath her skirt.
Her bare jade feet stepped through the void as she walked straight over.
In her jade hand, she held an