On the streets, a group of men and women drew the attention of passers-by. The two women, one mature and the other younger, were particularly striking. Each radiated the unique charm of her age, as if embodying the peak of their respective stages of life, stirring the imaginations of those around them.0

The one who drew the most envy was the man walking between the two women. Despite his nondescript appearance and mere Foundation Establishment cultivation, the older beauty was clinging to his arm.5

Li Haoran kept his face devoid of expression. Don’t be fooled by how weak and delicate Su Yiren appears. She’s a bona fide Fusion cultivator. If she wants to cling to me, there’s no way I can break free.3

He calmly turned his head to meet Su Yiren’s gaze. “I know you’re excited about strolling the streets with me, but please control your strength. This is the third time you’ve broken my arm.” Li Haoran swayed his arm a little to signify...3