Stand his ground? He really couldn't.
As her husband, how could he not know how iron-fisted and ruthless Qin Xuanji could be?
He said no more, deciding this was fine. If the disciples saw him acting so meekly before her, wouldn't his image as Holy Lord crumble?
It was a blessing amid misfortune, at least.
Chen Tianlin was quite adept at comforting himself.
"Mu, Juexin, my dear, take care." All smiles, he saw them out of the Holy Lord's Residence.
Once they had gone a little farther, Chen Tianlin hurriedly shut the door.
With his back against the courtyard gate, he slowly sank to the ground.
He wiped his brow, leaving his hand covered in glistening sweat.
"After all these years, I still haven't shaken this fear of my wife..." Chen Tian chuckled self-deprecatingly.
Looking back now, he could understand the first time, when Qin Xuanji had suffered cultivation deviation and forcibly commandeered him.
But the second time, where on earth had he found the courage to put up a token resistance before letting her...
"Does that mean I'm getting more cowardly with age?" Chen Tianlin's brows knitted tightly.
"Still, thank goodness I was bold back then. If I'd missed out on Mu, I'd have regretted it until my guts turned green-no, until they rotted!" He folded his arms across his chest and nodded in satisfaction.
Elsewhere.
"Mother, this is our Tianyuan Holy Land's Alchemy Room!"
"This is our Tianyuan Holy Land's Spiritual Qi Pool. With dragon blood added to it, it not only improves cultivation, but also nourishes your skin and beauty."
"This is..."
"The Emperor Weapon Pavilion?" Qin Xuanji suddenly interrupted Chen Juexin.
She wasn't sure whether these Emperor Weapons were the same ones she knew.
After peering inside, she sounded slightly astonished. "What a potent aura