Xie Tian, under the astonished gaze of the house slave, leisurely walked into Youxin Manor.
Youxin Manor was expansive, with pavilions and terraces amid birdsong and fragrant flowers, and winding paths leading straight to a heavenly realm.
But the Immortals in this heavenly realm had faces that couldn't look pleasing no matter how one tried.
The house slave was very tactful, never lifting his head, bowing deeply to the warrior before swiftly departing. After all, being a mere mortal, he dared not interfere in matters of Immortals, even those that seemed capable of being humiliated.
"What, exactly, do you intend to do!" the warrior took a deep breath and finally came straight to the point, having battled with the shameless Xie Tian for almost half a month. He had enjoyed the fight, but could no longer endure it.
Xie Tian smiled slightly, "Honestly, I just want to ask for a favor from Young Master Wu..."
