Chen Tian was dumbfounded. What the hell?? Queen Mother??
Was this a joke?! Yaochi was supposed to become the Queen Mother in the future, okay? What the hell... Everything was messed up! Ah! It was all messed up!!
Chen Tian's old face twitched. Haotian and Yaochi were supposed to become the future rulers of the Heavenly Court, so what was going on? Why was there a Queen Mother now...
What the hell was that old Hongjun trying to do? A harem drama? Was he imitating the Qing Dynasty? Wake up! The Qing Dynasty was already dead!
"Tian Chen, this is the future Queen Mother of the West. Yaochi has feelings for you, so I hope you won't disappoint her good intentions." The next moment, Hongjun's voice rang out in Chen Tian's mind. "Oh, right, there's also Nuwa and Houtu... Damn! Can you handle so many?"
"I... What the hell, you old fool! Where did you learn this?" Chen Tian was speechless. Where was that aloof and otherworldly old fool Hongjun? Why did he now sound like a hooligan?
"Didn't I learn it from you?" Hongjun was speechless too. Was taking in this damn grand-disciple really a misfortune for the Dao Sect?
Chen Tian rolled his eyes, then looked toward Yaochi, who naturally became bashful.
But her bashfulness was normal. Although Yaochi had lived for tens of thousands, perhaps even hundreds of thousands, of years, she had spent all that time in Purple Firmament Palace. Aside from the three lectures, she had barely encountered anyone. Even when she did meet people, they would not pay her any attention, since she was merely an attendant.
At most, the attendants of the Saints would give her some face by clasping their fists or something. Who would look at her as brazenly as Chen