The Pill Tower.
Xiao Yan glanced in mild surprise at Yao Chen, who was being supported by Xuan Yi, his aura weak and two dark circles ringing his eyes. Amusement flashed through Xiao Yan's gaze. "Yao Lao, it's been a while. How did you end up like this? Anyone who saw you would think you'd been beaten up trying to steal chickens."
"Don't even mention it."
Speechless, Yao Chen rubbed his cheeks.
His handsome face had been beaten black and blue beyond recognition. Fortunately, a beauty had applied ointment for him. Otherwise, those women, who had no idea how to hold back, really could have beaten him to death.
Of course, that was also because he had not used his Heavenly Realm Soul power. Though his cultivation was only at Nine-Revolution Peak Dou Zun, his soul power stood in a league of its own across the continent, enough to rival the Yao Clan's clan leader, Yao Dan, and even the Pill Tower Ancestor.
He was still perfectly capable of bullying those women, who were likewise at Nine-Revolution Peak Dou Zun.
But Yao Chen was a man. He had his pride, and he could not bear to hit women, so he could only take it...
"Hmph, 'we're all your wings,' are we? I wonder which scoundrel taught you that line. If I find out, I'll skin him alive." Xuan Yi continued applying ointment beside him as she spoke bitterly.
Xiao Yan's eyelids twitched wildly at her words. He lowered his head and played dead.
He secretly glared at Yao Chen, who wore an expression that said heaven and earth could vouch for him-he had not breathed a word. He looked ready to raise his hand and swear an oath.
"So, did you meet them?" Yao Chen waved a hand, and Xuan