"Shut up, you shameless old scoundrel!"
Chu Kuangren snapped.
The Soul Clan Chief was stunned by his rebuke.
A shameless old scoundrel?
His expression gradually darkened.
Over the years, plenty of people had cursed him behind his back, but Chu Kuangren was the first who dared call him a shameless old scoundrel to his face.
"Linglong and I share a deep marital bond, yet you dare sow discord between us. What are your intentions?!"
"I have no say in other men keeping three wives and four concubines, but I, Chu Kuangren, will have only my wife Linglong in this life. Saying such things in front of my wife is, at best, sowing discord between us. At worst, it is humiliating my wife."
"What, does your Soul Clan want to go to war with me?"
Chu Kuangren spoke coldly.
He stole a glance at Gu Linglong, who stood beside him, equally stunned.
He was secretly pleased with his performance.
The Soul Clan Chief was utterly dumbfounded.
He had only mentioned having three wives and four concubines, yet Chu Kuangren had reacted so strongly.
Meanwhile, Hun Meier's gaze grew even more ardent as she watched Chu Kuangren. Capable men were not uncommon, nor were faithful men, but men who were both capable and faithful were rare.
Especially in this cultivation world.
Never mind men.
There were plenty of powerful women who kept a whole bevy of pretty boys, too.
A Monarch as stunningly gifted, powerful, and faithful as Chu Kuangren could hardly be called rare. Rather, aside from him, there were practically none.
At that thought, Hun Meier felt both love and vexation toward Chu Kuangren.
She loved his peerless splendor and devotion.
What vexed her was that, with him being so devoted, how was she supposed to make her move?
"Husband..."