Shortly after Hou Chulan’s air-transportation spiritual tool flew off the Martial Spirit Sect’s ancient starship, Hou Chulan said, “He Lianxiong is like that. Don’t mind him.”

She pointed a finger at her own head. “There might be something wrong with him in here.”

Nie Tian laughed and said, “Yeah, it certainly seems so.”

Hou Chulan nodded. “The man is overconfident. He’s badgered me for years, and shows up wherever I go. Many men around me have been driven away by him. And he tells people everywhere that I’ll eventually accept him. What a nutcase.”

“How did he come to know you in the first place, Martial Sister Hou?” Nie Tian asked curiously.

He was well-aware that there was nothing wrong with He Lianxiong’s head. Otherwise, the sectmaster of the Heaven Span Pavilion would never have taken him as his stepson.

Perhaps he was only mental and impulsive when facing Hou Chulan. He must not be like this when facing others.

After all, love usually made...