A single interpretation of the word "wife" left Bukui Daoist utterly speechless.
Women had always been like this. When you tried to reason with them, they talked about feelings.
When you tried to sort out right and wrong with them, they dug up old scores.
When you seriously discussed logic with them, they insisted that emotions came first.
The moment things got serious, men always lost.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
Seeing Bukui Daoist unable to speak, the White Robe Woman suddenly raised a slender brow.
"My wife is always right." Bukui Daoist sat down beside the White Robe Woman, annoyed.
With a Wave Sleeve, the White Robe Woman silently set up a soundproof barrier. She looked at Bukui Daoist with a smile.
"It's not that I'm always right. It's that you love me, so I'm right."
At those words, Bukui Daoist's entire body stiffened. The old Daoist, who had always feared neither heaven nor earth and acted with carefree abandon, suddenly felt his heart soften.
He turned his head, his old face flushing. "My wife, you haven't spoken sweet words to this old man in over ten thousand years!"
"Is ten thousand years a long time?" A trace of gentle tenderness appeared at the corners of the White Robe Woman's eyes.
"Not long. Not long at all!"
Bukui Daoist shook his head and smiled. "I have lived through ages beyond count, roamed the heavens in every direction, and seen all the sights this world has to offer. Yet in my heart, my wife alone is the one who has touched me most deeply.
"In this life, victory and defeat can be contested in all things. But when it comes to you alone, I am willing to yield every time, willing to bow my head and accommodate you."
The White