"Is the Jiang Family still poor now?"
Qi Yuan descended, clad in a blood-red robe, peerlessly handsome.
This appearance moved Jiang Ruhua.
Why hadn't she noticed before that he was so devastatingly attractive?
"With our senior here, the Jiang Family is not poor!" Jiang Ruhua said without a blush or a skipped heartbeat.
However, thinking back to the days when she frantically pursued the venerable Blood Sword God, she felt a bit of heat on her face.
Fortunately, the Blood Sword God didn't care.
Otherwise, if he had simply quivered with his breath back then, she would probably have been finished.
At this moment, Qi Yuan's gaze swept over.
This once ordinary city had barely any Purple Mansion to speak of.
Now, a simple sensing revealed more than a dozen Yin Gods.
Suddenly, Qi Yuan thought of something.
"You've been staying in the Netherworld, and in some ways, you could say you've been raised by me. You've had a hard time."