On the crimson purple mat sat an Old Ape with white fur all over its body.
The Old Ape's fur was long, and it sat with one leg bent, leisurely holding a cup of tea in its palm.
Around it were various beauties glancing about, some were playing the zither and making music, some peeling grapes for the Old Ape, and some accompanying it in dance.
Not a single beauty was flustered by the Old Ape's appearance.
I marveled in my heart, could beauties nowadays possess such strong inner fortitude?
Facing a monster and yet remaining unfazed as if Mount Tai collapsed before them.
Huang Wude smiled warmly, cupping his fists, "Brother, have you carefully observed the beauty my foolish younger brother has married? She is born so exceptionally, cross-species is no hindrance for the likes of my foolish brother."
