"H-husband?"
A group of people were dumbfounded, staring blankly at Qiu Zhihe who was nestled beside the man.
They certainly understood the word "husband," but hearing it from the Saintess' mouth, they couldn't comprehend it.
Everyone in the Cyan Lotus Sect knew that the Saintess had extraordinary talent and an extremely cold temperament.
Even within the sect, the Saintess had never shown even the slightest hint of intimacy beyond camaraderie to any male disciple.
As for men outside the Cyan Lotus Sect, they couldn't even get within three meters of the Saintess.
Even those who managed to approach were turned to ashes or ice sculptures.
Such a proud and aloof Saintess, no man in the world deserved her.
This was the consensus within the Cyan Lotus Sect.
But what was happening now?
The proud and aloof Saintess was now nestled like a docile young lady beside her husband.
So delicate and gentle.
Is this still our Saintess?
"No, you must have used some means to coerce her!"
