Lu Qingchen had originally been furious with Ning Xiang, but he feared that if he did not keep a closer eye on her, the Demon King would carry his precious little cabbage off to bed and devour her down to the last morsel. Besides, he worried that something unexpected might happen at the Spirit Fighting Tournament. It was better to watch over her himself, so he had come.
However, before Lu Qingchen could reach Ning Xiang, two beautiful female demon cultivators stopped him.
"True Lord Qingchen, it has been years since we last met, and you have become even more handsome and dashing. Your cultivation has advanced considerably, too. Might you do us sisters the honor of offering some guidance on our techniques?" The female demon cultivator in green was bewitchingly voluptuous, her voice seductive to the bone.
Lu Qingchen stepped back to avoid any suspicion. He was a married man-he had to uphold his masculine virtue! He could not make Xiangxiang feel insecure!
Ning Xiang quietly pricked up her gossip-hungry little ears.
Oh? Master's lady friends?
Looking again at the female demon cultivator in white beside the woman in green, she found another great beauty, though this one had a gentler, more understated elegance.
Master's charm really knows no bounds! But are you two acting out the Legend of the White Snake here? Is a Fahai going to show up next?
As Ning Xiang thought this, a particularly shiny bald head really did emerge from the crowd-
There happened to be a Buddhist cultivator present, holding a monk's staff.
Ning Xiang thought, Wow! Speak of Fahai, and Fahai appears! A deeply moving, heart-stopping tale of tragic love is about to unfold!
Lu Qingchen: "..."
During Ning Xiang's absence, he had crammed his head full of storybooks. As it happened,