Gu Hui scoffed. "Save the flattery. I know my own limits.
"My cultivation speed can't compare to yours."
Dongfang Bai cut in mercilessly from the side. "Can't compare? You're nowhere near him, all right?
"Do you even remember how old you are? Xiao Yan isn't even a fraction of your age."
She was clearly still angry that he had avoided her earlier.
Gu Hui knew better than to argue with a woman. He quickly rose, gave Dongfang Bai his seat, and turned into an eager servant, kneading her shoulders and rubbing her back.
"Yes, yes, Dongfang is right.
"That kid's a monster. His cultivation speed is even more monstrous."
As he spoke, he shot Xiao Yan a glare. Xiao Yan felt thoroughly wronged. He had been dragged into this without doing a thing.
At the same time, he found it funny. This invincible ancestor was henpecked?
And with three lovely wives, the man had probably suffered plenty at their hands.
Dongfang waved them in, completely at ease. "Uncle Chen, Yan, find yourselves somewhere to sit.
"Pay no attention to this well-dressed scoundrel. He looks respectable enough, but I've hardly ever seen him behave respectably."
Gu Hui buried his head like an ostrich and said nothing, smiling obligingly as he kept working on her shoulders and back.
Mu Nianci and A Bi couldn't bear to watch.
The two of them were utterly wrapped around their husband's finger, while their husband was utterly wrapped around Sister Dongfang's.
Even Xiao Chen felt embarrassed. How had the Xiao Clan produced someone so disgraceful?
If the First Elder, Xiao Kong, knew, the shock might bring him back from the dead.
"Ahem. Yan said Brother Xuan's remnant soul is still in the Heavenly Tomb. Do you have a way to help him?" Xiao Chen asked after