Wang Yueyao had never imagined that this quiet, handsome man of few words was actually at the saint realm!
She had never asked about his cultivation because she feared Li Chen's level might be low. Just as when she had invited Wu Nanzhi last time without considering whether her cultivation was sufficient, inviting him into a secret realm under those circumstances would indeed have been offensive.
Now it seemed she had worried needlessly. His cultivation was beyond anything she could have imagined.
The residence's guards were elites selected from thousands, and their captain in particular was unfathomably powerful.
Yet he had been killed in a single instant, without even the ability to fight back.
It truly shook Wang Yueyao. Her beautiful eyes beneath her white brows remained fixed on Li Chen, her thoughts unreadable.
By then, Wu Nanzhi had gone to untie the beautiful mature women nearby and ask what had happened to them.
There were three of them in total. Relief at surviving disaster filled their lovely faces, and even their haggard appearance could not conceal the allure in their eyes.
One beautiful woman wearing a gold hairpin voiced her thanks and explained what had just happened.
Her clansmen had caused this disturbance to rescue her, intending to escape by water.
However, the residence's guards had noticed and caught up with them.
Her clansmen had all been slaughtered, while she and the other women had been captured and brought back.
At this point, her words turned sorrowful, and grief covered her face. She looked utterly homeless.
Wu Nanzhi felt this was no great problem. Li Chen specialized in taking in young wives and mature wives alike.
Had Li Chen known what she was thinking, he certainly would have said, "Exactly!"
By the time Wang Yueyao collected herself, she had