"Where's my house?"
"Can someone tell me where my house went?"
In Chen Changan's Small World, Xuan Wudao had just finished his seclusion. But he never expected to come out and find his house gone.
Xuan Wudao could hardly believe his eyes. How could his house just disappear?
And vanish into thin air, no less? Uprooted completely?
The sight before him made Xuan Wudao question everything. In Chen Changan's Small World, Xuan Wudao was someone with a bit of standing.
Besides, he and Chen Changan were old friends. Surely everyone would show him some respect?
After all, Chen Changan's Small World was practically a reunion of acquaintances. Everyone had some connection to Chen Changan, so they all got along pretty well.
But in a place this harmonious, someone had stolen his house?
"Damn it, could that bastard Chen Changan have done this?"
"No, that doesn't make sense. How long has it been since that bastard showed his face? And why would he steal my house?"
Xuan Wudao quickly suspected Chen Changan, but he couldn't figure out why Chen Changan would steal his house for no reason.
At that moment, in the Sacred Domain, Mu Yunyao looked at the house before her and felt a headache coming on.
"Are you really that impatient?"
"You don't even want to look for a place? You just conjured up a house so you can consummate your marriage right here?"
"And whose house did you steal?" Mu Yunyao asked, giving Chen Changan a helpless look.
"That kid Xuan Wudao's."
"It's been ages since we last met. I'm giving him a little surprise," Chen Changan said with a grin.
"Knowing you must be Xuan Wudao's worst luck."
"First you swindled him out of three thousand years, and now you've stolen his house."
"But with so many