"So ladies of Xiling, if you want to snag a wealthy, martial arts adept husband, do not forget," Tang Luo said with a charming smile, "At least reach the peak of the Mortal Realm in your cultivation, otherwise, you won't even have the qualifications to share a bed."
The booming voice of the Divine Storage that was opened resonated like a godly edict spreading throughout Xiling, turning the faces of the three young ladies deathly pale.
Pan Xichang had never felt so desperate. It seemed unfathomable that their collaborated strategy could be thwarted for such a ludicrous reason. She looked longingly at Xu Sheng in her sorrowful state, hoping for some help. But the young gentleman only kept his head held high, a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor the day before.
"How could this happen?" Pan Xichang felt a sourness in her heart. From the day Xu Sheng set foot in Xiling, the Wind Media of the Pan family pegged him as their primary observation target.
