Sweating all over.
Although Jiang Feng's memory isn't great, the scene of bantering with Ying Ling the night before last is still vivid in his mind.
At that time, neither of them was in a good mood, so a small conflict erupted.
"My family... no, uh, Miss Ying Ling, you're just joking. You three sisters are like fish sinking and birds falling, flowers closing and moon hiding, naturally beautiful. Not to mention the brothel, even an average king doesn't match your beauty and temperament. At the very least, someone famous in the Cultivation World, like an Immortal Monarch, might be qualified."
"Hmm?"
With a smile on the face.
The three sisters looked about the same age, Jin Yuan being the eldest, Ying Ling the second, and Tong Xin the third. Each of these three women had their own distinct charm. Although Jiang Feng's words might seem like flattery and the part about the Immortal Monarch a bit excessive, however...
