Of course, some were interested in Wu Qinghua’s pretty face too. One protector smiled and said: “Wu Qinghua, be my concubine since Feng Feiyun doesn’t want you anymore, way more freedom than being an imperial consort. If you get lonely and need some men, there are many masters in Senluo Temple for you to pick. We’ll definitely satisfy you, hehe!”

A different supreme elder added: “Hong Jin, you will really let your concubine and we do that… keke?”

“It’s fine, as long as she wants to.” Hong Jin smiled.

These experts from Senluo didn’t hold back at all with their foul and vulgar words.

Wu Qinghua gritted her teeth with anger; her complexion kept on changing colors. They were stomping on her dignity, nearly causing her to spit out blood.

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