Branching out and carrying on the family line is only right-it's all that bastard Zhao Linchuan's fault!

"Big brother! Big brother!" Ning Rongrong burst in, all aflutter. She had just passed a strange woman so enchantingly beautiful it was almost unbelievable, and her mind was full of questions.

She charged into the main hall without a thought for etiquette and went straight to Zhao Linchuan, eyes wide as she exclaimed:

"Oh my god! I just saw a... a woman dressed like she was practically naked being led away by Xiao Wu!"

"Big brother, you're really... really something!" After struggling for a while, she settled on what she considered a rather refined word. "So 'amorous'? One a day—is your body made of iron or something? Can you really keep up?"

Zhao Linchuan looked at the young lady, overflowing with energy and fretting far too much, and a few black lines seemed to fall across his forehead.

He set down his teacup and said irritably, "Tell me, Miss Ning, why are you so concerned about my private affairs?"

"Surely... that's not something a guest like you should be asking about, is it?"

"Or..." He deliberately drew out the word, looking her up and down. "Do you have some other 'opinion' of me?"

"An opinion? What opinion? Don't talk nonsense!"

Ning Rongrong was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. She jumped in an instant, two suspicious blushes blooming on her cheeks as her gaze darted about. "I-I'm just... just showing concern for a friend out of a sense of duty!"

"I'm worried you're young and don't know when to hold back, and you'll damage your foundations!"

"I'm the young lady of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. I'm well-informed. I'm only reminding you out of kindness!"

She hurriedly turned her attention to Yue Shen and Yan Fei, who were watching from the side, hoping to find allies.