Three Pure Peaks, Elder She, as always, was clingy.
Upon learning that Lu Bei had just returned from the Far West Land and hadn't gone to Bei Jun Mountain or Heavenly Sword Sect, but had rushed to the Three Pure Peaks to see her, her heart blossomed, happier than if she had tasted honey.
She was so easy to fool.
In the materialistic world of cultivation, such a demoness was rare indeed, one to cherish.
If she knowingly allowed herself to be deceived yet was still willing, that was serious; she had to be cherished all the more.
Lu Bei, weak and feeble, collapsed into She Huan's arms, sweet nothings flowing from his mouth at a moment's notice. Conscience dictating, he didn't reuse a previous line with a different name; he improvised something new on the spot.
Not ashamed but rather proud, this indirectly confirmed that he was broad-minded, not petty.
Without a big heart, could he have accommodated so many women?
