"Alright, I was wrong. Yuan Haoning, I won't mention Tianshu again. I mean... wasn't I just jealous seeing the way you look at him? So, when are you going to agree to our Yin Yang Harmony? You know, dragons are a lustful race by nature, and my 'great spear' is already aching with unbearable thirst."
Ye Tianling chuckled slyly.
He didn't bother to lower his voice, so when the female Cultivators in the distance—Chu Yan, Chu Yun, Lin Yuyan, and others—heard him, their faces all flushed scarlet, and they couldn't help but curse under their breath.
"Hmph, that man is so vulgar!"
"All he thinks about is Yin Yang Harmony. He's completely shameless."
"How lewd!"
But the male Cultivators who heard Ye Tianling's words were, one and all, filled with admiration.
'A great spear? Aching with unbearable thirst?'
'It really *is* a great spear!'
'The endowment of the Dragon Race is truly heaven-defying!'
'What a powerful cock!'
'I wouldn't bow to the Mansion Master, but I'd bow to him.'
