Hun Changqing had never actually set his sights on Yun Yun before. Her talent was nothing special, and her Dou Huang Realm strength was dispensable in his eyes. She was merely a pretty ornament, after all. During his time in the Jia Ma Imperial Capital, he had devoted all his attention to the three pretty ornaments, Ya Fei, Yao Ye, and Yao Yue. How could he have had time to pursue Yun Yun as well?
But just now, through his senses, Hun Changqing had perceived Yun Yun's graceful, shapely figure and her fair face, as white as fine mutton-fat jade. Perhaps because her Dou Qi was running low and her breathing had grown labored, a rosy flush had spread across her smooth cheeks, making her look like a fully ripened peach.
That mature allure, paired with the elegant, regal bearing of a sect master that even her injuries could not conceal, made Hun Changqing's heart sway.
Under ordinary circumstances, Hun Changqing did not particularly care about pretty ornaments. Medusa had a fiery temper and a frightening possessive streak; she could not stand seeing other women around him.
Nor would Hun Changqing normally sour his relationship with Medusa over a pretty ornament. Mainly, apart from Gu Xun'er, he had genuinely never seen anyone whose beauty could rival Medusa's. Of course, he himself did not count.
Moreover, Medusa's potential was terrifying. Once her cultivation advanced to Dou Zun after some time, she would become another major trump card in his hand. After all, the rapport between them was truly frightening.
For all these reasons, Hun Changqing was now exceedingly indulgent and patient with Medusa. He let her have her little tantrums and coaxed her properly whenever she needed soothing.
But Yun Yun's appearance now was hardly an ordinary circumstance. This pretty ornament