At Green River Peak, inside the Deacon Hall.
Senior Brother Jiang was drinking and chatting with a male cultivator whose complexion was somewhat abnormal and pale, but who was quite handsome.
The two of them clinked cups and exchanged toasts, chatting most animatedly.
But suddenly,
The latter seemed to think of something and bitterly said, "Senior Brother Jiang, my grandmother is really too much! She's fixated on me, do you know how many concubines she's arranged for me?
No less than fifteen!
In these days, I've hardly been able to step out of my bedroom, to be honest with you, I've grown somewhat averse to it."
Fifteen?
So that's how it is, no wonder you look like you're suffering from a deficiency of kidney water and a lack of Yang Qi... Senior Brother Jiang thought to himself.
He held back his amusement and teased,
"...You're the only man in your generation, and you don't like cultivating, your grandmother has no choice but to have you produce more heirs, right?"
