Chengdao Peak.
Han Li and Lu Tianxiang stood shoulder to shoulder at the peak, overlooking the entirety of Chengsheng Mountain, taking in the magnificent scenery and also observing the cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain.
"Ancestor Han, you can take another concubine, congratulations, congratulations," Lu Tianxiang said coldly, her displeasure evident on her face.
Han Li held Lu Tianxiang close, rubbing his cheek against hers, nibbling her earlobe as he whispered, "Xiangxiang, I didn't ask them to come, you can't blame me for this."
"Heh~ Are you saying you don't want to?" Lu Tianxiang chuckled coldly.
She thought Han Li was a shameless bastard, deeply ingrained with lechery. Despite already having so many concubines, he kept taking more.
If she hadn't fallen into Han Li's hands and lost her virginity to him, and if their child Han Yongzhen wasn't already several months old, Lu Tianxiang felt she would never have liked a person like him.