That voice that had called Mo Lian to stop rang out once again: “The princess of Aurora Desert’s Pangu Tribe requests an audience with the crown prince of the Divine Province.”


  However, Mo Lian did not even turn around, ignoring her completely. Seventh Yan was also so fast that he had left the carriage in the dust in a matter of moments.

  Dao Wuji could not help but twitch his mouth. He coughed lightly and asked, “Boss, they’re chasing after us.”


  The Gingko Immortal glared at him and sniggered. “What? She caught your fancy? You haven’t even met and seen her true appearance, yet you’re already hankering after her?”


  Dao Wuji rolled his eyes and snapped, “What are you saying. Even though I did want to marry several more wives after leaving the tower, is Princess Jing someone I can covet? She’s so valiant that she might kill me before the marriage ceremony.”


  “If I had to choose, I’d pick my life over any woman.”


  The Gingko Immortal swept him a look of contempt. “She’s just a little lass, yet look at how scared you got. So unambitious. Could she really be that incredible?”


  Dao Wuji rubbed his chin. “Tsk, it’s meaningful because she’s young. Should I be finding someone like you who’s more than a century old!”


  The Gingko Immortal was instantly enraged, sending Dao Wuji a flying punch. “Who did you say is more than a century old?”


  Dao Wuji pursed his lips and looked aggrievedly at the Gingko Immortal and the Peony Immortal. “Can you two stop pretending to be young. Your ages almost exceed 300 when added together. But you’re still not letting me call you both elderly?”


  On the Divine Province, even a normal person with no cultivating aptitude had an average lifespan of more than two hundred years. Naturally, cultivators had an even longer lifespan.

  Someone like Princess Jing who was 27 or 28 really could only be called a little girl. There was a great difference in age compared to the Peony Immortal and Gingko Immortal who were more than 100 years old.

  The Gingko Immortal spat in Dao Wuji’s face. “Speak more courteously! Are you looking for a whipping?”


  She hated it the most when people talked about her age. Of course, which woman on earth liked other people to say that she was getting old?

  Because of his debased act, Dao Wuji really was asking to get beaten wherever he went.

  Dao Wuji could only snort and spread his hands toward the Gingko Immortal, gesturing that there was no other alternative.

  “Fine, fine, just treat it like I said the wrong thing! You are still young and as lovely as a flower!”


  “But of course.” The Gingko Immortal cast a look at him before picking up a small orchid flower with a harrumph. “How gentle can that whatsitsname Princess Jing be when she fights on the battlefield with men, killing enemies everywhere? It’s obvious that she is a tigress.”


  Dao Wuji felt like his bubble had burst, and he couldn’t resist bickering, “That’s impossible. You haven’t even seen Princess Jing, so you shouldn’t defame her like this.”


  The Gingko Immortal touched her face. “Can that little lass whose still wet behind the ears be prettier than me?”


  Dao Wuji was exasperated. He turned around and asked the reticent Little Despot in curiosity, “Little Despot, how come you’re not saying anything?”


  The Little Despot loathed to acknowledge him and directly gave him a look of indifference.

  Dao Wuji couldn’t help but feel frustrated, and he averted his gaze with a light sigh.