"And what if I cannot produce them?" Lin Xuan asked coldly.
"Hmph. A dignified man, wanting to marry the woman he loves, yet so shabby he cannot even produce betrothal gifts. Do you still have the face to remain here? If I were you, I would simply go down to the mortal world, buy a block of tofu, and smash myself to death against it. Why stay here and make a spectacle of yourself?"
Shi Zheng's mocking voice reached their ears. At this moment, his face was full of gloating delight. His royal father was truly too wise. Forget a mere Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator—even an old monster of the Lihe Realm would absolutely not be able to produce such gifts in so short a time.
One had to know that though the three betrothal gifts did not seem like many, each one had reached a heaven-defying degree. In order to gather them, Lion Heart Valley had gone through great hardship, spending several years from beginning to end.
"Well, Fellow Daoist Lin? If you can produce betrothal gifts as precious as this old man's, I will count you as sincere, turn around, and leave at once. I absolutely will not entangle myself here any longer," Master Sky Lion said, pretending to be magnanimous.
Meng Ruyan's delicate brows drew together, but with matters having reached this point, it was not convenient for her to interrupt from the side. This old lion was base and despicable, luring her younger brother into the jar step by step.
"Whom I choose to marry is this fairy's freedom. How could love be measured by the amount of betrothal gifts?" Peacock's voice reached their ears. Naturally, she was unwilling to let her husband feel upset.
"Heh heh. In that case, Fellow Daoist Lin cannot produce