"Was he handsome?" Mao Yunru immediately followed, her question cutting short Yang Qing's blissful imagination of bossing around Old Lei.
Throwing a quick resentful glare at her, which was met by a nonchalant side-eye, Yang Qing nodded as he said, "He was."
"Actually, he is the best-looking person I've seen," he added. He had even included Gu Xing in that assessment. If his abode looked like a banished immortal's garden, then that figure looked like the banished immortal himself.
If that figure ever came and asked him to give up ownership of his abode, Yang Qing wouldn't dare utter a single word of protest. He'd pack his bags and leave, thinking it only right for such a person to have the place, all for the very, very low price of a single purple-grade art and some pointers on how to elevate his own art to that realm, too.
