Solidifying the Power of Fate (1)

Another year, the summer rain was boundless. Bean-sized raindrops fell on the top floor of the pavilion, splashing up a clear sound like rain hitting banana leaves. The rain formed a curtain, and mist filled the air. The bamboo curtains on both sides of the pavilion blocked the mist.

Shen Ping sat on the wooden chair. He looked like he was taking a nap, but he was actually looking at his virtual frame. At the top was still his wife, Wang Yun's black crown. Next was Yu Yan's. After that, there were other dao companions.

As for his wife and concubine who had been in love with him in the palace world, they were all ordinary frames. There were only a few silver frames.

"Before I knew it, I had so many wives and concubines," he couldn't help but sigh. Although he was promiscuous in this aspect, he had never thought of having so many wives and concubines. Not to mention Wang Yun and Yu Yan from the Immortal Dao Domain, he had just as many in the palace world alone.