He took the booklet straight from him and flipped through it with a rustle of pages.
The beauties on the Beauty Rankings really did set his heart ablaze.
Still, there was no rush to build a harem.
Once he had money, he would establish his own mountain stronghold first. Otherwise, even if he brought them home, where would he put them?
He casually tossed the booklet back to Fang Yuan. Only after most of the crowd had plunged into the woods did he dust off his backside and stand up.
He looked up at the Flying Boats hovering in the sky.
At that moment, the elders leading the various sects stood along the edges of their Flying Boats' decks, their gazes carrying a measure of indifference and scrutiny, along with a barely discernible trace of anticipation.
Lowering his gaze, Chun Xiaobai led Fang Yuan and the others into the crowd and headed toward the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits.
The moment they entered the forest, damp air laced with the smell of rotting vegetation hit them in the face. Fang Yuan and the others immediately tightened their grips on their weapons, their vigilance rising.
They knew perfectly well that, with their strength, following this Great King, who ranked among the Outer Sect's top fifty, would only hold him back. All they could do now was try not to cause trouble.
Noticing the tension on their faces, Chun Xiaobai waved a hand and reassured them.
"No need to get so worked up. With your Great King here, I guarantee you'll come out safe and sound."
"Thank you, Great King!" Fang Yuan immediately cupped his fists, feeling considerably more at ease.
Bai Jin'er also said softly, "Thank you, Great King."
"Huh?!" Those two forms of address gave Li Xuanfeng and the others