Fu Qingjun encountered this kind of situation for the first time.
Each and every one of the ladies possessed extraordinary grace, with mostly long, flowing hair. Some were icy, some elegant, some alluring. After three thousand years of gene optimization, they seemed to have reached some state of perfection.
They all looked at him with curiosity.
After all, a young grandmaster who was handsome, tall, charming in speech, selflessly righteous, and highly skilled in martial arts, while also owning a watch shop.
Simply a perfect husband candidate.
Even those independent and new martial heroines from the New Continent were very interested and thought it was great to come over here and get to know him.
However, Fu Qingjun's first reaction now was different from before. In a sage-like mode, looking at these peerless beauties didn't arouse any excitement or longing. He merely thought it was a pity they didn't have a bald hairstyle.
