"This lady… are you right in the head?"
Fang Zhirou's innocent question struck Wang Chen like a bolt of lightning.
For a heartbeat, his mind went blank.
The words echoed again and again in his head, each repetition louder than the last, until his temples began to throb. He understood Fang Zhirou's reaction completely. Anyone would react the same way if a stranger in red robes suddenly declared herself the lady of the house without warning or explanation.
But understanding didn't make the situation any safer.
That red-robed woman was Ming Yao.
The same Ming Yao who had hovered above Seven Rainbow City like a living divine judgment. The same Ming Yao who had shattered demon armies, humiliated Demon Lords, and turned battlefields into silent graves with a flick of her wrist. Her strength wasn't just terrifying—it was unquestionable.
If she took offense at Fang Zhirou's blunt honesty…
Wang Chen didn't even want to imagine the consequences.
