"Just one marriage alliance can erase the divide between different races? And guarantee that I'll have the immortal opportunity to transcend tribulation?"
"Such an opportunity probably isn't even enough to go around among the Feather Dragon Clan's own Mahayana cultivators!"
Wei Tu narrowed his eyes slightly and did not take the bait.
There was no other reason. All they had offered was a "possibility," not a predetermined future handed directly to him.
For others, this choice was indeed quite good. They could quietly recite the Yellow Court Scripture and wait patiently for the Feather Dragon Clan's moment of "heavenly timing," when its ranks ran thin... At that time, with the Feather Dragon Clan's support, they could advance to the Tribulation Transcendence realm.
But for someone like him, blessed with extraordinary immortal fortune, the Feather Dragon Clan's arrangement was undoubtedly far too slow. He could hardly see any hope in it.
Of course—
Outwardly, Wei Tu would naturally not show any obvious resistance to the Feather Dragon Clan Dragon Lord's "kind intentions."
After hearing those words, his expression turned somewhat grave, and he nodded, putting on the appearance of someone who had helplessly accepted this "reminder" and "arrangement."
After all, since this matter was merely an implication, it was perfectly acceptable for him not to give an explicit answer.
As for the future...
They would see when the time came.
At the very least, he did not believe the Feather Dragon Clan Dragon Lord would be so impatient as to force this marriage alliance through immediately.
The Dragon Lord's intention was more to win him over, to have him and Great Emperor Ji form a union of the strong. It was not as though he were eagerly throwing his own daughter at him.
Besides, with the support of him, a Mahayana