Holy Son Chu Tian didn’t draw a sword right away.
In front of ten thousand spectators at Sky-Border Pass, he still had to play the part of the benevolent, wronged immortal scholar.
Keeping a patient, forgiving smile pasted across his face, Chu Tian raised his jade folding fan and bowed slightly toward the floating brick courtyard hovering fifty feet above the altar.
At the same time, however, he poured eighty percent of his Rank 5 Mid liquid spirit qi straight into his [Peach-Blossom Harem System].
You dare bang a washbasin over my ceremony, you country bumpkin? Chu Tian sneered inside his mind. A concentrated wave of invisible pink Rank 5 Aphrodisiac Soul-Mist rolled off his fan and surged straight up toward the courtyard porch.
*Wait until my 99% Charm Halo hits that pretty female physician and those three brats on your porch!
In three breaths, that woman will beg to warm my bed, and you will kneel on your own roof tiles and hand me your flying house with both hands!*
“Friends from afar,” Chu Tian’s voice echoed across the square, laced with a double layer of soul-enslaving hypnotic vibration. “This Chu Tian is merely presiding over a peaceful friendship covenant with the Frost-Moon Clan. Why bang iron pots in the sky like common street peddlers?
