Xue Lin glanced at Qingfeng Li, her brows furrowed.
"What are you so angry for?" she chided. "Look, everyone's scared of you. They don't dare to look at us anymore."
Qingfeng Li laughed sheepishly. Tugging on Xue Lin's delicate hand, he said, "I'm the only one who's allowed to stare at my wife. None of these self-cultivators are allowed to look. I'm being nice enough. I didn't even kill them."
Xue Lin rolled her eyes, speechless. However, she couldn't deny the sweet feeling bubbling in her chest. She was happy, very happy. She knew that Qingfeng Li truly cared about her. So much so, that he didn't even want anyone else to look at her.
The two strolled along the broad streets, Xue Lin curled into Qingfeng Li's arms. The two were like Dao-mates, and the sight filled everyone around them with envy.