" The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect really is a wonderful place." Qian Xunji rubbed his chin, a thoughtful gleam in his eyes.
What filled his mind just then wasn't some romantic escapade, but a grand genetic blueprint.
"Now that you're at Spirit Hall, you're no longer vassals of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I intend to let you choose suitable partners from among Spirit Hall's talented young elites, entirely of your own free will. As long as the feelings are mutual, Spirit Hall will host your weddings..."
As Qian Xunji spoke, he suddenly felt a familiar chill shoot up his spine and straight to his crown.
"Whoosh—"
What was going on? They were indoors, so why had it suddenly started snowing?
Qian Xunji watched helplessly as a sparkling snowflake landed on the tip of his nose. Then, a blast of absolute-zero cold erupted behind him.
"Well, well, His Holiness the Pope really is a busy man. It's the middle of the night, and he's still mooning over beauties in a secret chamber?"
A voice sounded behind Qian Xunji.
Qian Xunji turned around stiffly, only to find Snow Empress standing behind him. She wasn't wearing her usual clothes. Instead, a ring of dark blue, icy light swirled around her, and she slowly wiped down a crystalline longsword in her hand, honed to absolute perfection.
Snow Empress's beautiful eyes looked ready to spit fire. She glared at the row of women, each with her own charms. When her gaze fell on the especially lovely woman in the middle, the anger and hurt of being insulted made her roar:
"Qian Xunji, you bastard! Have you no shame?
I'd barely walked in the door, and you already dared to bring ten women home? Do you take me for a mere decoration?"
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