Now That We're Here, You Still Want to Leave?

That evening, the Dao Sect held a grand victory banquet.

Although they had not made a great show of inviting other sects, the Dao Sect itself was lively enough. Countless disciples and elders gathered together, the fragrance of wine filled the air, and laughter rang out without end.

Luo Heng sat at the head of the table. Beside him, in order, sat Ling Qingzhu, Ying Huanhuan, Ying Xiaoxiao, Tang Xinlian, Xu Yike, Kun Spirit, and Qing Tan. Su Rou sat a little farther away, keeping Luo Xuan company as she played.

Luo Xuan sat on Su Rou's lap, happily playing with a little wooden puppet. Every so often, she looked up at Luo Heng, then lowered her head with a sweet smile and continued playing.

Everyone in the hall looked on with immense envy.

"Our eldest disciple truly is a winner in life." Hall Master Chen Zhen raised his wine cup and looked at Luo Heng, surrounded by seven women, unable to stop himself from sighing.

Deputy Hall Master Wu Dao nodded as well. "He's powerful, talented, has so many beautiful confidantes, and even has a daughter. That's truly the kind of life others can only envy."

Elder Gan stroked his beard and said with a smile, "Young people with ability are naturally popular. Look at those girls—every one of them is an exceptional heaven's favored daughter."

As Luo Heng chatted with the women, he suddenly felt someone tugging at the corner of his robes.

Looking down, he saw Luo Xuan.

At some point, the little girl had slipped out of Su Rou's arms and run over to his side. Tilting up her little face, she asked in a crisp voice, "Daddy, when are you going to give me a little brother?"

Luo Heng froze. The women beside him also