"What the hell does your missing lover have to do with me? You're paying for this today."
"Exactly! I was holding my wife, getting down to business, and your sweep ruined the mood completely! Tell me that isn't infuriating..."
The Snow-Winged White Lion still refused to let it go, and the childlike Dao Zun pouted as he accused Mu Bai of ruining his fun. Seeing his childish appearance while hearing him shout about "getting down to business," the middle-aged cultivator and the woman in palace robes burst out laughing. Only the Snow-Winged White Lion had yet to understand.
"What nonsense are you spouting? How can you blabber about that sort of thing here!"
The sinister old woman shot the childlike cultivator a fierce glare. Unconcerned, he planted one hand on his hip and pointed at Mu Bai, shouting, "Your third leg belongs to me!"
"You! You... this is mortifying! I don't care. Take it if you want. I'm leaving! I can't afford to lose face at my age!"
A blush spread over the sinister old woman's wrinkled face. She stamped her foot, rose, and shifted away through space.
"Don't go! Wait for me, dear! I don't want it anymore either..."
The childlike cultivator was clearly henpecked and afraid of his wife. He waggled his eyebrows and gave Mu Bai a chuckle.
"This is all your old brother can do for you! I hope you find your wife. Heh heh..."
Then the childlike cultivator followed his wife away.
That left only three veteran Dao Zun on the scene, each radiating an imposing aura, with no intention of letting the matter end there.
"Everyone, could you do me a favor? This junior is Chang Feng of the Jialan Sect."
Just as Mu Bai was considering how to deal with these three, Dao