Women's thoughts are too hard to guess.
Thinking about how there might be more women in the future, Jiang couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.
This harem business really isn't going to work.
"Young brother, you've got quite the luck with women, eh."
Just then, a warm yet teasing voice suddenly interrupted.
The three who had been chatting and laughing froze, their gazes following the voice.
They saw a middle-aged man in white clothing, whose refined aura seemed ethereal, sitting quietly in a clearing amidst the forest, cradling a worn-out erhu in his arms.
The man's face was gaunt, and his every movement exuded the scholarly elegance of a man untouched by the dust of the mundane world.
However, what sent chills down their spines was that the man's eyes were nothing but hollow voids—where his eyes should have been were two ghastly, blood-filled holes, forming a stark and eerie contrast to his graceful demeanor.
Jiang Shouzhong furrowed his brow deeply.
