"If it wasn't difficult, why did you stay in there so long?"
Fang Chen stared at Eldest Brother Fang and asked.
Eldest Brother Fang looked away, unable to meet Fang Chen's eyes. His face flushed red. "When we told our stories, they were all about beautiful women. So after we sank to the bottom of the river, the beauties we described became real. We spent a long time playing with them in that illusion..."
"You..."
Fang Chen froze when he heard Eldest Brother Fang's explanation.
"Hahaha..."
The myna bird couldn't help bursting into laughter.
At the sound of his laughter, Fang Chen's Clones turned even redder. Every one of them wished he could dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
Fang Chen felt helpless. He had thought his Clones had run into some terrible difficulty. He hadn't expected the obstacle to be beautiful women.
Sigh.
Fang Chen sighed inwardly. He didn't blame the Clones. Though they were his Clones, their mental connection to him had been severed. They were like his children, and they had grown up.
They were nine vigorous young men in the prime of life, their blood running hot. It was only natural for them to yearn for such things. If they had no interest in women, that would have been a different matter.
Fang Chen looked at his Clones and smiled. "All right, all right. You're men. There's nothing shameful about it. Just don't let women slow your hand when it's time to draw your blades!"
Eldest Brother Fang immediately replied, "Rest assured, my lord. We know our limits!"
"Mm."
Fang Chen nodded. "You've all become Quasi-Emperors now, and your strength is nothing like it was before. If the sect needs help, you can take care of some matters for it."
"Understood!"
Fang