"Or could it be that your deep affection and devotion, fellow Daoist, were nothing but an act all along? In your heart, that Fairy Xue is nothing more than a passing cloud before your eyes. If you truly cannot bear to part with your family treasure, then Ye has nothing to say. In any case, I am merely responsible for passing on the message. The transaction between you and fellow Daoist Fu has little to do with me. It is just..."
At this point, the lean man deliberately sighed. "Pity that Fairy Xue. She is about to be abandoned by the senior brother she loves so deeply. As for what fate awaits a Cauldron, fellow Daoist must surely know in your heart. Pitiful, truly too pitiful..."
The lean man sighed again and again, wearing an air of sorrow for heaven and pity for mankind, yet deep in his eyes, flashes of mockery appeared from time to time. These words were clearly intentional.
As for the scholar, his face was filled with pain. This matter truly made it difficult for him to choose.
On one side was his family's inherited treasure, whose importance he had understood clearly since childhood.
On the other side was his junior sister's sorrowful face. She was about to become his wife—how could he let the happiness already within his grasp drift away?
Torment!
This choice really was not easy to make.
Beyond difficulty, there was only more difficulty!
Seeing the scholar's face full of pain, the lean man wore a smug expression instead. He had calculated all kinds of possibilities, and in terms of personality, the other party was certain to yield.
Sure enough, after the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the scholar stopped pacing. Deep in his eyes, a trace of