[Surprisingly, Bai Xichu didn’t bother explaining Bu Haoyan’s nonsensical remarks.]

[She simply turned and left.]

[Seeing this, Ye Yu couldn’t help but frown slightly.]

[He slowly released his grip on Bu Haoyan’s mouth.]

[Poor Sect Master of Heavenly Dragon Cliff.]

[His entire face was severely distorted, and he had to painstakingly massage it back into shape with his hands.]

[With a resentful look, Bu Haoyan complained, “Sir, why are you so tense?”]

[“Weren’t you already living together before? Calling her ‘Madam’ seems perfectly reasonable!”]

[At this point, it must be said:]

[Sir is truly remarkable.]

[Even the Demon Lord herself …