Lin Tian sat beside the jade table, looking around with immense satisfaction. This feels amazing!
To be honest, he truly felt like an emperor now.
With them standing in a row like this, it rather resembled imperial concubines lining up in the palace, waiting for him to turn over their name tablets and favor them.
The women were all watching Lin Tian too.
At this moment, even Pingxin dared not approach him.
The always bold and unrestrained Su Meiniang had become exceptionally docile, while even the Queen Mother of the West, who shared his bed, kept a certain distance.
There was no other reason.
In their eyes, Lin Tian was no longer their man at this moment, but a supreme taboo, an eternal, invincible being. Before him, they were so insignificant they could be overlooked entirely.
"Why are you all standing there? Meiniang, pour your master some wine!"
Lin Tian called out with a faint smile.
Whew!
Hearing this, the women all inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. They had feared that after becoming supreme, Lin Tian would cease to partake in the worldly life of the Heavenly Court and leave them behind. It seemed he had not changed!
"Yes, Master!"
Delighted, Su Meiniang went to fetch the wine.
Lin Tian looked toward Holy Mother Wudang, that peerlessly beautiful Daoist nun, and beckoned. Unable to control herself, she was swept over as though caught by the wind and landed on his lap, her body held by one of his arms.
Holy Mother Wudang's face instantly reddened as though coated in a layer of crimson frost!
Holy Mother Jinling and the others had not expected Lin Tian to be so direct. Beyond their astonishment, they felt jealousy and envy. They were all standing together, yet he had chosen to embrace Holy