The gentleman in white still smiled gracefully, but his eyes were cold as ice. His gaze swept over True Monarch Fu Mo without a word.
Immediately standing up, with a smile Fu Mo said, "Young Master, since the Sect Master Qinyun is unwilling to become your ninth consort, why not take her daughter Zhen Ruan as a concubine instead?"
"Zhen Ruan is full of youthful vigor, indeed possessing a different kind of spring charm that would be quite suitable as the Young Master's concubine."
The veiled threat in Fu Mo's words drew scornful glances from the others at the banquet. Just as he was about to say something else, there was a "bang" as the doors of the building exploded open.
A dauntless Daoist with a towering and robust figure entered expressionlessly, his pectoral muscles prominently defined. He was toying with three golden iron balls in one hand as his muscles bulged all around.
