For a moment, the atmosphere on the field became somewhat enchanting.
Mo Qingyan's face revealed a tinge of crimson, not giving it much thought, she made a casual joke, not expecting it to carry some ambiguity.
"When the time comes that you need the help of your junior brother, just send me a message."
Lu Li smiled and rose to leave the hall.
In the following days, aside from cultivating, Lu Li spent his time accompanying his wives and concubines.
At the same time, he announced that he would transfer the imperial throne to Lu Yuxuan in one month.
Having broken through to Nascent Soul, he no longer had much time to deal with worldly affairs, and it just so happened that his daughter had grown up and could take on this role.
A month passed by swiftly.
On this day, early in the morning,
As the sun rose, countless rays of golden light penetrated the layers of mist, scattering across the vast world.
