The autumn sun hung overhead. Before the Dragon Sacrifice Platform, spears rang and swords howled. A white-robed figure swept across the field like a wandering dragon, his breathtaking bearing captivating countless Jianghu travelers. Their initially unfamiliar gazes turned to astonishment, then gradually to the despair of knowing they could never catch up to him in this lifetime.
In the eyes of the heroines and sect leaders' wives, that became the longing and helplessness of "one glimpse of Jinhuan, and joy could never again be complete."
After all, had they met such a prodigy before today, they might still have stood a chance. Once his name spread throughout Great Qian's Jianghu, however, even offering themselves for his bed would probably not earn them a second glance.
Only celebrated women as beautiful as flowers and possessed of lofty status and authority, such as the Empress Dowager, the Commandery Princess, and Fairy Nangong, could be matched with such a fledgling dragon.
Nangong Ye stroked Coal Ball, who had run over, and watched from his seat. His feelings were much the same. The usual faint disdain was gone from his eyes, leaving only complexity.
He did not know whether to feel gratified that the younger generation had surpassed its elders, or delighted that his Dao Companion's might shook the land. Calling him a junior-now, whenever this boy patted his backside, he knew to lift it a little higher. Calling him his man-the boy patted Qingmo too. Was he supposed to lift his backside alongside her-
Among all the Chivalrous Women and married ladies, only Bu Yuehua's attention remained entirely on the Martial Dao.
After all, Xie Jinhuan was Wanyi's man, and they had already slept together. No matter what, she could not abduct him to become the Manor Lord's wife. Bu Yuehua had come