Unfortunately, she is already a Saint, and no one would think she is beautiful, think her waist is slender, or her legs are long.
All beings below a Saint can only admire her; they can only feel the divine presence from her.
Turquoise Pool also smiled broadly, truly enjoying the banquet, but although she seemed approachable, in her heart, she was the most saintly of all.
Yang Qinglan stood beside Li Changzhou, dressed in green, saying little, only occasionally chatting and laughing with Li Qianxia, Turquoise Pool, and Chang'e.
Yang Tianlu approached his parents somewhat bashfully.
He was nearly thirty, yet still appeared youthful, having married fourteen wives who accompanied him.
Before they even greeted, Li Qianxia burst into laughter.
Turquoise Pool also watched Yang Qinglan's embarrassment.
"Good boy!" Li Changzhou laughed, patting Yang Tianlu's shoulder.
"Dad." The unfamiliar feeling in Yang Tianlu's heart disappeared instantly.
