"Brat! Stop right there!"
Jian Haomiao slapped his thigh and disappeared from the spot.
In the next moment, Victor was held in Jian Haomiao's hand like a small chick and was brought back to the banquet hall in a huff.
"Brat, are you crazy?"
"How am I crazy? Haven't you heard of taking advantage of someone else's crisis?"
"Scram, scram, scram. Is this how you take advantage? Even if you can snatch Princess Linyang away from more than ten nascent soul cultivators, are you sure you want to live a life where you'll be constantly hunted by others?"
"I don't care. From the Eastern Plains to the Central Plains, when did I not narrowly escape death? After being hunted for so long, I'm already used to it."
Victor curled his lips and struggled to break free from Jian Haomiao's restraints. He smoothed out his wrinkled clothes and said, "Moreover, I don't really like Princess Linyang. So what if she's beautiful? I have four beautiful wives!