"Stop talking!" The companion beside him beat his chest and stamped his feet. "The more you say, the worse I feel! How can someone be this lucky?"
"His sect has three Spirit Severing experts sitting in town, and he himself is the only Level 4 Array Master in the Holy Martial Dynasty. Now every side is scrambling to win him over… this fortune is downright defying the heavens!"
"Heh, that old ancestor of the Nangong Family must be regretting it so much his guts are turning green now, right?" someone gloated.
"He got slashed by three Spirit Severing Realm experts until only a single wisp of Primordial Spirit was left. Now he doesn't even have the qualifications to seek revenge!"
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Countless people were chattering away, and no one noticed that in the crowd a yellow‑haired brat was standing on tiptoe, eyes almost popping out as he stared fixedly at the peerless beauties in the middle of the lake.
