Bitter Wine Burns the Throat, the Heart Aches; What Use is Being Number One in the World?

Official Road.

The straight road stretched eastward, flanked by lush green trees. Tall and upright, their dense branches and leaves formed a natural green corridor, offering cool shelter to passing travelers and carriages.

A carriage rolled slowly along the official road. Xiang Yuan, clad in black and wearing a bamboo hat, drove it. Hearing the laughter of the two women behind him, a shiver of disgust crossed his face.

Those two really could have fun together. And Chan'er was even willing to play the younger sister, leaving Xiao Lingyue with absolute control over the conversation.

At first, Xiang Yuan had not believed it either. But after listening for a while, he realized that although Xiao Lingyue's cultivation was high, her experience in the martial world fell short of Chan'er's. The latter had deliberately yielded, allowing Senior Sister White Dragon to project such overwhelming authority.

Listening more closely, Senior Sister White Dragon had been speaking up for Junior Brother White Tiger all along. It was probably all that talk about sons and daughters of the martial world not fussing over trifles, gently urging Chan'er not to take it to heart. Like herself—she had already let go of the embarrassment from the treatment.

Xiang Yuan had no comment on that. He accepted Xiao Lingyue's good intentions, but there was no need for them. His relationship with the demoness had gone far beyond sneaking glances and looking about furtively. In the blood pool, they had kissed each other's necks and embraced, nearly pushing the progress bar all the way forward.

Chan'er's bite marks were still on his shoulder!

Besides, Xiao Lingyue had said too many good things.

Words meant to persuade only needed to be said once. Keep saying them, and they would only add fuel to the fire.

After thinking it over,