Although she couldn’t defeat the formidable Demon Lord, with her current cultivation level, she could still put up a life-or-death struggle. Feng Guang stood her ground for once—she wasn’t backing down.
Jin Ye smiled elegantly. “This must be Junior Sister Feng Guang.”
He had a charming smile and knew exactly how to use his looks to win a woman’s favor. Unfortunately, Feng Guang had no interest in men who didn’t appeal to her, no matter how handsome they were.
“Hey now, you can mess around with medicine, but you shouldn’t mess around with words.” Shang Baizi spoke up before Feng Guang could, tapping his folded fan against his palm. “Feng Guang only has one senior brother—me. You’d better call her Miss Xia instead.”
“The Xuan Sect and the Kunlun Sect have had a bond of friendship and mutual support for over a century. Calling her ‘Junior Sister Feng Guang’ shouldn’t be inappropriate.”
Shang Baizi snapped open his fan. “Young Master Jin, you’re mistaken. Even blood brothers must keep their accounts clear, let alone sects. Feng Guang is an irreplaceable talent in the Xuan Sect. If outsiders misunderstand your words and think she belongs to the Kunlun Sect, what then?”
Jin Ye remained composed. “Rest assured, Young Master Shang, I will clarify any misunderstandings. Junior Sister Feng Guang is, of course, a disciple of the Xuan Sect. But if you all agree to my master’s proposed marriage, then I will also become part of the Xuan Sect.”
Shang Baizi’s fan-wielding hand froze. “You’re planning to marry in?”
“My master is aware that Junior Sister Feng Guang is destined to become the Xuan Sect’s next leader. To solidify the bond between Xuan and Kunlun, I am willing to marry into the Xuan Sect.”
Shang Baizi was momentarily speechless. Jin Ye spoke of it so naturally, without a hint of embarrassment. The phrase “marry in” sounded refined, but in reality, it was just becoming a live-in son-in-law. No matter the era, men who married into their wives’ families were looked down upon. And for such a distinguished young talent like Jin Ye to willingly take that role—it was absurd.
Shang Baizi turned to look at Feng Guang, waiting for her response.
Her expression remained calm as she looked toward Xuan Qingzi. “Master, I’d like to hear your thoughts.”
“Hmm? What are you talking about?” Xuan Qingzi cracked open his eyes just a sliver, looking as though he had just woken up.
Shang Baizi, feeling utterly embarrassed, turned away in frustration.
Feng Guang continued, “The Kunlun Sect has come to propose marriage. What does Master think?”
“Marriage proposal… No, no, that won’t do…”
Jin Ye frowned. “Why not, Sect Leader?”
“Fate has not yet arrived. The time is not right…” Xuan Qingzi mumbled, half-asleep, his words sounding both dismissive and cryptic.
Feng Guang was taken aback. She had assumed her master would accept the proposal, just as he had in the original storyline. But now, things had taken an unexpected turn.
Jin Ye, unwilling to give up, asked, “Does the Sect Leader believe I am not a suitable match?”
“Fate is determined by the heavens. Even I… cannot see it clearly…” Xuan Qingzi’s voice carried a vague melancholy as if recalling something long past. His gaze toward Feng Guang was tinged with an inexplicable sorrow and regret.
It was an expression he had given her many times before—sometimes nostalgic, sometimes remorseful. Feng Guang could never quite understand it. Just as she couldn’t understand why he had chosen her to inherit the position of sect leader.
She was the strongest of her generation, but that didn’t mean she was the most suitable choice.
Many things in this world had already begun to change before the official story had even started as if everything was shrouded in an eerie uncertainty. She could sense it, yet she couldn’t fully grasp it.
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