Ye Chen, the choice.

Ye Chen gulped,

He opened his mouth, a dog's voice came out, "This servant is a worthless dog, and can't make such choices, Young Master should choose whomever he pleases,"

Zhao Fan's face turned cold, a strange aura instantly broke all of Ye Chen's bones.

"Arghhh!!!...." Ye Chen screamed like a pathetic boar getting beaten by snake.

"This seat won't ask next time, tell me which women shall be blessed first," Young Master Zhao's tone was cold, face stoic, looking like a true demonic cultivator.

Ye Chen trembled and looked at the face of both women, looking at him with his that he would choose them.

His back felt chill as of the ice as slid through with sweat forming on his forehead, nonetheless, he reluctantly choose his immortal master, powerless, dustless, foevere to be pure.

"I-I... Young Master should bless the immortal master first,"