No one paid much attention to the firm embrace in which Qingyi held Rouxi and Rou'er, the soft curves of their bodies pressed snugly against his sides.
After all, one of them was his adoptive mother, and the other, his future wife.
Even if a few lingering glances drifted toward that scene, the gathered cultivators were far more focused on the leader of the Myriad Beasts Sect and, of course, on the matter of the demonic spies' Qi explosion.
Only the two representatives from the central region, arms crossed and eyes brimming with arrogance, clicked their tongues in contempt, envy, and a touch of poorly hidden jealousy.
Even by the standards of the central region, those two were beauties capable of drawing covetous glances from even the greatest of experts.
And Bai Yunxi, standing beside Qingyi, was no less stunning.
The thought of seizing them by force had certainly crossed their minds, but they were far from idiots.
