Facing Li Xuanji again, He Wu unconsciously felt herself shrink by half.
She was a Half-step Supreme Being, a direct descendant of the He clan.
Yet whenever she looked at that flawless, handsome face, her breathing could not help but grow uneven, and she lowered her eyes in awe.
"Auntie, have some tea. It's good enough that you came back safe and sound this time..."
In the small hall, He Jiang, who felt inferior deep down, fawned almost shamelessly as she attentively waited on He Wu, the "little aunt" she had voluntarily acknowledged.
Yet whenever she occasionally glanced at Li Xuanji, a few traces of delight and affection appeared in her eyes.
She had never expected that after merely going out for half a day, her "husband" would return transformed from a kept man into the one calling the shots in He Ming Prefecture. Even his bearing had undergone a complete rebirth, making him all the more charming.
His former steadiness and low profile had seemed reassuring enough, but in the end, the more flamboyant and outgoing Xuanji suited her tastes better.
When all was said and done, she, He Jiang, was merely a lowly woman from an obscure branch of the He clan. In the atmosphere of the Eternal Clan, she could hardly avoid worshipping the strong.
"I'll do it."
At that moment, He Wu took the Spirit Pot and personally poured tea for Li Xuanji.
He Jiang was instantly dumbfounded, unable to understand why her little aunt's attitude toward Li Xuanji had turned from heaven to earth.
The old He Wu had been extremely cold toward Li Xuanji, whose bloodline was so thin.
"Alas, the reason I managed to return alive this time was ultimately because I benefited from someone's blessing. Otherwise, I would have long since been