"Yes, is there a problem?" Ye Huan said with a blank expression.
"No problem, I just think you're really lucky to have married those wives of yours. People like us who practice tirelessly, we've hardly been around women despite being this old. The gap between us is truly huge."
Ling Yun continued to smile, but a deep jealousy flashed in his eyes.
The sarcasm and jealousy in his words were hardly masked.
The implication was: Ye Hu'an, you brat, with such low Ancient Martial Arts skills, turns out you've focused your energies entirely on womanizing!
"Really lucky," was his way of envying Ye Hu'an for encountering such brainless women.
Damn, they're so beautiful, with such sexy bodies, who wouldn't they be able to marry?
With their looks, they could easily pick from the young genius sons of any Ancient Martial Clan!
