Disciple, My Master Wants You to Help Me Practice.

Three thousand queens, soaring in a hundred days! Yun Tianhong looked back at the group of stunning beauties. They were both thin and fat, each with their own merits. But they all called themselves Master or Master. "No, Master, why do you also call me master? Isn't this contrary to Tiangang? Is it because I taught you the best immortal-level skills and techniques, and gave you the best immortal weapons, etc.?"