As soon as Xu Wendong stepped into the small town, he keenly sensed numerous gazes piercing him like arrows.
He instinctively turned his head to look at Zhao Ying'er and Li Jiayin beside him, instantly understanding he had become the target of public criticism.
It is commonly said that beauty can bring calamity; these two heavenly immortal beauties beside him were undoubtedly the flames of jealousy and anger in others.
But so what?
Xu Wendong's lips curled slightly into an unruly smile, boldly extending his arms to hold Zhao Ying'er's shoulder, naturally and intimately.
Then, he strode over to Li Jiayin, bent slightly, and gently lifted her, pulling her close to his embrace.
In that moment, the entire town seemed to have been pressed mute, followed by a chorus of gasps of disbelief.
"Bastard! He should die!" shouted a disciple of the Fire Lotus Saint Sect, his face flushed, eyes wide with anger, as if ready to devour Xu Wendong alive.
