What a joke.
The Holy Son and the three mistresses were fighting like immortals—if mortals like them got involved, wouldn't they be courting death?
"I..."
Chen Changqing had just been about to say something more.
Liu Ruyan cut him off directly.
"How about this? We won't make things difficult for you."
"Tonight, Xiaoyu's place. Tomorrow night, Junior Sister Hua Yao's. The night after, mine."
"We'll take turns. It's very fair."
Xuanyuan Xiaoyu and Hua Yao exchanged a glance, yet neither objected.
Though this arrangement was not the best possible one, it at least ensured that everyone got an equal share of the benefits.
After hearing this, Chen Changqing nearly sprayed out a mouthful of tea.
"You... you're putting me on a schedule?"
There was no way to live like this!
He was the dignified First Holy Son of Mount Shu, a mighty expert at the late stage of Tribulation Transcendence, a man destined to punch Heavenly Monarchs and kick Tribulation Immortals—and now he was being arranged down to the last detail.
If word got out, would Chen Changqing have any face left at all?
He abruptly rose to his feet.
"I'm going out for a walk!"
With that, without caring about the three women's reactions, his figure flashed and vanished from the great hall.
Watching his retreating figure flee in disarray, the three women smiled at one another. The atmosphere that had been taut as drawn bows strangely grew a little more harmonious.
Over the next three days, Chen Changqing lived a life of deep waters and blazing fires.
He discovered that there was nowhere he could run.
No matter which corner of Evergreen Peak he fled to, he would always "happen" to encounter one of the three women.
When he went to Sword Platform to guide the disciples'