Without the presence of a Golden Core cultivator to anchor them, the Zhao Family becomes easy prey, subject to the whims of the Beast Taming Zhong Family and the Huang Family, who could exploit them freely at any moment. Falling into their hands would undoubtedly be far worse than merely serving wine and warming beds.
A few moments later, Wuxinming and Wen Jiu arrived at the main hall of the Zhao Family, where the Female Cultivators had already knelt in greeting.
At a glance,
everything was a pristine white.
Wuxinming stepped forward to enter, "You are considerate. Master He, today we shall drink until we drop."
Wen Jiu did not move. Instead, he turned to look at Zhao Hongtu and the others. On their faces, Wen Jiu saw anxiety, tension, and the uncertain future of the Zhao Family. "Are you the Great Elder of the Zhao Family?"
Zhao Hongtu hesitantly stepped forward, "This junior, Zhao Hongtu, greets Senior He!"
