Seeing the charming and beautiful women before him, Zhao Jiuge didn’t know what to say. He raised his brows and asked, “Everyone’s out?”

“Mhmmm.”

Han Yu had recovered a bit and gently nodded. Then she turned toward the group of women and said, “Come and thank your saviors.”

“Thank you, heroes, for saving us.”

The 80 or so women all said this in unison. Perhaps due to Pei Su Su and San Wu’s powerful auras, their voices were somewhat weak. Their gazes all locked on to Zhao Jiuge with burning passion.

Among the three, Pei Su Su was an absolute beauty, but since she was a woman, she held no charm for them. The other youth was a monk, so they naturally had no thoughts about him. This left Zhao Jiuge. Even though he was the weakest, he was also the most handsome. Most importantly, his actions had left a profound impression on their hearts.

These charming women were not naive youths—they had passed that age. Having been with the Happy Monk for so long, they were experienced and rather bold. Now that the...