The figure, so weak that only a remnant soul remained, instinctively trembled at the sudden wave of Resentful Qi in the hall.
Fortunately, the women seemed to have expected this before they arrived, and none meant to make things difficult for him.
But though they did not mean to trouble him, their resentment had not diminished in the slightest.
In an instant, the Heavenly Star Sect's lavish Distinguished Guest Hall became a vinegar jar that had been aging for years.
The women all spoke at once, pouring out to Qin Yezhou's lone remnant soul the longing they had carried for over a hundred thousand years.
"Wait, wait! One at a time!"
"Otherwise, I can't make out a word any of you are saying!"
The clamor in the hall was like a marketplace, loud enough to make his ears ache. Qin Yezhou's Remnant Soul hurriedly raised a hand to interrupt them.
"All right!"
The women who had been talking over one another answered, then actually did as Qin Yezhou had asked.
They lined up neatly according to cultivation and strength. Clearly, whoever was strongest got to speak first.
At the sight, all he could do was raise a hand to rub a forehead that no longer existed.
After all, even the weakest among them had reached Great Vehicle Perfection. As for the strongest, he could not sense her true realm at all.
He needed no time to think it over: she was, at the very least, a Tribulation-Crossing Pseudo-Immortal Powerhouse who had survived the Heavenly Tribulation.
Once the women had lined up in order of cultivation,
the woman at their head, crowned with flowers and dressed in robes adorned with a hundred blooms, stepped forward.
Her gaze was tender as she rose onto her toes and gently brushed nonexistent dust from