Chapter 721: The Old Man’s Gratitude!

Zhu Yanyi felt her face grow warm. Yan Aohan’s words carried such weight that it made her heart race with fear. "When can I put my clothes on?" she asked. Even though she was lying down, the feeling of having no shirt on was truly uncomfortable, especially in front of Yan Aohan.

Yan Aohan chuckled softly. He lowered his head until it was beside hers, his eyes locking onto hers. "No need to be shy. I have seen everything about you clearly. Where it is red, where it is white, where there is flesh, and where there is not. I missed nothing. Basically, I am very satisfied."

"What nonsense are you saying? You are a hooligan, not serious." Zhu Yanyi’s face turned even redder.

Yan Aohan laughed again, clearly in a good mood. "Alright, don’t worry. Besides me, no one else saw."

"But didn’t the tattoo doctor see?" Zhu Yanyi looked depressed.

"No. I did your tattoo myself. You are mine. How could I let others pay attention to what belongs to me?" Yan Aohan walked to the side and brought over two mirrors. He handed one to Zhu Yanyi and held the other up to reflect her back. "Look, is it beautiful?"

Was it beautiful? Yes, very. Four flowers and a vine, glowing with seven colors, captivating the eye. However, her tattoo pattern was obviously smaller than Yan Aohan’s. A look of surprise appeared on Zhu Yanyi’s face. "It’s so beautiful. But it seems smaller than yours."

"It is smaller than mine," Yan Aohan nodded seriously. "This flower has its own name, called Yanhou. The Venerable Yanluo is supreme, and the Yanhou is the phoenix. They are the husband and wife Yanluo flowers. So, on my back is Yanluo, and on your back is Yanhou."

Hearing this, Zhu Yanyi felt something was strange, as if something was wrong. "Um, isn’t this disrespectful to the Venerable Yanluo? After all, she is the Emperor of the Underworld. It’s not good for our tattoos to be called this." Zhu Yanyi remembered the majestic Venerable Yanluo. Although nearly ten years had passed, the scene from that time seemed clearer now.

"It doesn’t matter," Yan Aohan smiled gently. "The Venerable Yanluo is not that petty. And since I agreed to it, he naturally will not object."

"Why?" Zhu Yanyi really didn’t understand. Her face and eyes were full of confusion.

"You will know later. Saying too much now is not good for you. In short, don’t worry. Don’t overthink other things. Just remember that I already have the title of 'Yanluo of the Capital.' This is just how people describe me. It is completely different from the Venerable Yanluo of the Underworld. The living world and the Underworld are different. No one will mind." Yan Aohan said casually, yet his answer seemed vague.

Zhu Yanyi paused slightly. "Wait, how do you know the Yanluo is called the Venerable Yanluo?"

"Isn’t Yanluo the Venerable Yanluo?" Yan Aohan looked at Zhu Yanyi with a half-smile. "What else could it be? Isn’t 'Venerable' an honorific title? Why are you so surprised?"

Zhu Yanyi was speechless. She couldn’t just say she had been to the Underworld and met the Venerable Yanluo. Before meeting her, she always thought Yanluo meant the King of Hell. Only after going to the Underworld did she learn that the highest ruler was the Venerable Yanluo. But these were just her personal experiences. If she said this now, few people would believe her. She glanced at Yan Aohan. Well, although both were called Yanluo, one was the Yanluo of the living world, and the other was the Yanluo of the Underworld. At least for now, there was no connection. She comforted herself with this thought.