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Three months later, an exceptionally lavish convoy appeared on the horizon, slowly making its way toward Heaven Dou City, the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire.
The convoy numbered three hundred people. Every one of them wore black robes and Demon Masks. Judging from the Soul Power fluctuations emanating from them, even the weakest Spirit Master possessed the strength of a level-42 Soul Ancestor.
The person under the heavy protection of the Sky-Blasting Gang members was none other than the triumphant Yang Ming.
In the Star Luo Empire, Yang Ming had ruthlessly dealt with the local noble clans through iron-blooded methods. After ensuring that no one in the entire Star Luo Empire dared harbor rebellious thoughts, he returned together with Zhu Zhuqing.
Inside the spacious carriage, atop an expensive tiger-fur cushion, Zhu Zhuqing leaned against Yang Ming's shoulder like a delicate little woman. One finger anxiously traced circles over his chest as she asked timidly:
"Yang Ming, do you think Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Hu Liena will accept me?"
"Silly girl, why wouldn't they accept you?"
Yang Ming stroked Zhu Zhuqing's smooth black hair. After three months of intimate exchanges, the two had already formed deep feelings for each other.
This time, Yang Ming intended to give his women their proper status.
He would marry them!
As it happened, Yang Ming would officially become an adult the day after tomorrow, reaching the customary marriageable age of Douluo Continent.
To be honest, Yang Ming felt somewhat indebted to Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu, and Hu Liena.
Over the years, Yang Ming had always been busy cultivating, indifferent to worldly matters. Even when he was not cultivating, he was usually occupied with battle and struggles against the major powers, neglecting the time