His martial aunt seemed to be someone important. She had a whole Wives' Brigade at her side, and every one of them was formidable. Luo Qian had prayed she wouldn't hear about him, yet he and Feng Feitian had been reunited in a flash, for better or worse. Feng Feitian seemed delighted to see this "disciple's husband." She came over and patted Luo Qian's head like an elder, though since ascending to the Saint Realm, her face had grown even more youthful. What part of her looked like an elder? Besides, in the Saint Realm, age was counted from the moment of ascension. Strictly speaking, Luo Qian had arrived before Feng Feitian. His "saintly age" was greater than hers!
But the "older" Luo Qian knew the Colorful-Robed Demoness's fiery temper. If he refused this little "kindness," his martial aunt, gentle as water right now, would turn on him in an instant.
Zhe Fangshi watched, dumbstruck. Luo Qian shot him a look that said I'm miserable, and Zhe Fangshi tactfully closed the mouth he had just opened.
Feng Feitian seemed to have a grudge against Luo Qian's hair. She took great pleasure in mauling it, rubbing and ruffling away with no sign of stopping. Luo Qian's expression grew uglier by the moment. His face went from plaster-white to liver-purple as blood flooded its capillaries, sending its color values soaring.
"Martial Aunt, isn't your venerable hand getting tired?" Luo Qian asked, unable to bear it any longer. Feng Feitian broke into a dazzling smile. "So you do have a temper after all. I thought you'd changed since the old days. Seems I gave you too much credit." Veins bulged on Luo Qian's neck. She was obviously toying with him. Behind Feng Feitian, the Wives' Brigade covered their mouths and giggled in unison,