"Chen An, aren't you embarrassed? Look, your soul is about to be hooked away!"
Wen Zhiyun was about to die of anger. She pinched Chen An's waist hard and scolded him through voice transmission.
The surrounding wives and concubines with higher cultivation sensed her voice transmission to Chen An. They wanted to laugh, but they did not dare to.
"Zhiyun, Husband is already in the Immortal Realm. You shouldn't be so tough on him. This isn't good."
Shen Qingyi persuaded Wen Zhiyun through voice transmission.
When Chen An heard this, he immediately echoed, "Look at Qingyi. Learn from Zhiyun. She's so considerate and gentle. Unlike you, who's always fierce."
Wen Zhiyun was trembling in anger, her chest heaving.
Seeing her angry but helpless pitiful look, Chen An was overjoyed.
For some reason, he felt that Wen Zhiyun looked better and more alluring when she was angry than when she wasn't.