Song Qingshu could only smile wryly. In terms of sheer dominance, he truly could not compare to Dongfang Bubai, who had shaken the martial world for so many years. That sort of thing was innate and difficult to learn.
The other two women reacted differently upon hearing her words. Li Qingluo was fine with it; she was a mature woman by nature and did not find it particularly objectionable. But the Yellow-robed Woman could not help stamping her foot. "What did you say? What harem? It's not the way you think between him and me."
Dongfang Muxue glanced at her but did not bother responding, saying directly, "Since none of you can beat me, listen to me..."
The expressions of those nearby became quite colorful. From the tone of her words, she sounded as though she were one of Song Qingshu's harem too. But she was clearly a man. Could it be that Song Qingshu liked that sort of thing as well?
With that thought, they all stared at Song Qingshu with strange looks, thinking that morals had truly declined and people's hearts had grown corrupt.
Dongfang Muxue continued, "It would be unwise to kill Zhao Gou now and leave behind such a colossal mess. Better to spare his life and keep him as a puppet."
"Outrageous!" Zhao Gou had originally been severely wounded and weak, but when he heard the other party openly declare an intention to turn him into a puppet, rage surged through him. He immediately sat upright.
"At a time like this, what right do you have to speak?" Dongfang Muxue snorted, casually waving a hand with an air of not even wanting to deal with him.
Zhao Gou was furious and was about to curse when Dongfang Muxue sneered. "If you still refuse to know