The hall instantly fell deathly silent.
Qin Chuxia had just lifted her teacup to take a sip when she spat it all over Heavenly Hatred True Lord's face. He wiped the water away, lowered his eyes, and did not even dare breathe loudly.
Yun Sheng's pretty face flushed crimson. She instinctively tightened her grip on her sword hilt, feeling her heart inexplicably skip a beat.
Chen Qianqian, never one to shy away from stirring up trouble, poked her head out from behind Liu Shuqin and gleefully twisted the knife. "Brother, did you hear that? National duties can wait. Family duties come first. My dad has made this an absolute order."
"Shut up." Chen Lin glared at her.
This time, Liu Shuqin did not stop her husband. Instead, she wiped away her tears, swept her gaze over the female cultivators, and said earnestly, "Xiao Lin, your second uncle is right. For people like you who cultivate immortality, a hundred years passes in the blink of an eye. And with your cultivation so high, conceiving a child is difficult. Starting today, aside from eating and sleeping, this is all you're going to do."
Song Qiuya, Li Xiaoyue, Qin Churan, and the others were normally figures whose slightest move could shake the entire world. Now, every one of them blushed furiously, staring down at her toes and wishing she could dig an entire apartment into the floor tiles to hide in.
Chen Lin coughed twice. Even with a physical strength of fifty million jin and skin thicker than a city wall, he felt awkward. "Second Uncle, Second Aunt, this sort of thing... we should let nature take its course."
"To hell with letting nature take its course!" Chen Guofu's eyes widened. "It's settled! Meeting adjourned! Everyone who isn't needed here, get out and