"Mm!"
Everyone nodded in agreement, their faces full of admiration.
"Amitabha!"
Master San Nong pressed his palms together and said mournfully, "I'm leaving to follow the First Emperor in conquering the Immortal Realm. Who knows whether it'll end in good fortune or disaster? And who knows whether there'll be some virtuous young ladies waiting for this monk in the Immortal Realm?"
"Don't worry. There are!"
Mu Xiu said with longing, "The last time I contacted Feng Tian in the Immortal Realm, I learned from him that the Immortal Realm is much more chaotic than our Ancient Wasteland. Many men have died on the battlefield, leaving behind plenty of young widows and virtuous young ladies."
"Really?!"
Master San Nong immediately perked up, unable to wait to ascend.
"What about virtuous young men?!"
Miss Dongfang suddenly asked. From the look on her face, she was clearly filled with anticipation.
"Uh..."
Everyone fell silent on the spot. They had to admit they really didn't know.
Dropping hints like crazy
"All right, let's go!"
Bairi couldn't be bothered with this bunch of lechers. He spurred his horse and shot straight into the sky.
The scene shifted to the Qin Family ancestral grounds.
Qin Hao hadn't gone to attend to state affairs that day. Instead, he sat cross-legged beneath the Crooked Neck Tree, his body glimmering with Golden Runes as his aura surged on like an endless flood.
Although he was now trapped on the Imperial Throne and couldn't ascend, he was still improving rapidly with the Crooked Neck Tree's help.
After two and a half years of cultivation, his Ancient Dragon Elephant Suppressing Prison Force had reached thirty Dragon Elephant Power, and he was still nowhere near his physical limit.
"Brother, don't think you can leave me behind!"
Qin Hao suddenly opened his eyes,