Twilight

At first, Lin Huaixu had still been grumbling, complaining that his tied-up legs were uncomfortable and twisting now and then in an attempt to break free of the silk ribbons. But as he listened, he gradually became absorbed, and before he knew it, he had chewed the pastry in his mouth clean.

Once everyone had more or less finished speaking, he suddenly raised a brow. His peach-blossom eyes curved into a sly arc as he drawled, "Why does this sound so wrong to me?"

Su Miaoxi, Lin Mumu, and Chu Xuan all turned to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

He slowly swayed his head as he counted them off. "According to Second Senior Brother, Gu Yueyao from Medicine King Valley, Zhu Yaoyao from the Hehuan Sect, Little Junior Sister, and Eighth Junior Sister are all Eldest Senior Brother's 'harem'... By that count, aren't you all love rivals?"

Having said that, he deliberately paused. Watching the changing expressions on the three women's faces, he grinned even more gleefully. "Why not set up an arena? Whoever wins gets Eldest Senior Brother. It'd save time, effort, and trouble."

Su Miaoxi, Lin Mumu, and Chu Xuan froze at the same time. Their minds buzzed as though someone had struck them with a muffled club.

Whenever they had heard Shen Yuxi mutter such things before, they had taken them for nonsense. Never had they linked those scattered bits of information together. Now that Lin Huaixu had laid it bare in a single sentence, the absurdity of it made their heads spin.

Mortal women might tolerate three wives and four concubines, but cultivators were mostly cold of heart. Finding a Dao companion was already difficult enough—what "harem" could there possibly be?

If one partner in a Dao companionship had low cultivation and relied