"Come, fetch the ladies' contracts."
The old man in brocade robe called out.
The bearded brawny man standing respectfully beside him hurriedly brought over a thick stack of documents. The old man in brocade robe took them and offered them to Xu Yi with both hands. "I, Tan, have always cherished the talented. I've never met a genius like you, sir. To meet you today is a blessing I could hardly hope for in three lifetimes."
Xu Yi took the documents. A ball of flame flared in his palm, and in an instant, the stack of contracts burned to ashes. He turned to the group of young women and said, "You're all free now. Where you go from here is up to you."
Xu Yi could tell that these women weren't ordinary worldly women, but female cultivators. Their cultivation was simply not very high.
The women could hardly believe their eyes. Quite a few covered their faces and wept, and many bowed down before him.
For one reason or another, they had all lost their freedom. Now that they had regained it, they remained wary. After thanking Xu Yi, they scattered at once.
However grateful they were, nothing was more precious than freedom.
Xuan Lengyan sent him a teasing message. "That's what you get for showing off your generosity. Now look at you—such a whole flock of beauties, and you just let them go. You're pretending not to care, but your heart must be bleeding."
Xu Yi sent back, "Since when did Master become so fond of melodrama?"
"Rebellious disciple!"
Xuan Lengyan was so angry that she cursed aloud. Fortunately, the place was packed with people, and no one paid them any attention.
While the master and disciple traded teasing remarks, the old man in brocade robe kept inviting them