"Meng'er? Meng Hong Chen?"
Xue Xiao Ran replied calmly.
"That's right. If you like her, I can give her to you in marriage. Would you be willing?"
Jing Hong Chen spoke very gently, without the slightest hint of a tone that might make Xue Xiao Ran uncomfortable.
"We're only classmates."
Xue Xiao Ran said indifferently, then walked into the dormitory.
"Please return, Dean. I still haven't finished today's Soul Tool Department assignment."
Jing Hong Chen nodded and adjusted his glasses. It seemed he could only take things slowly.
He had always been confident in his granddaughter's beauty. She could be considered campus belle material. Yet when Xue Xiao Ran heard the proposal just now, he seemed to have had no reaction at all—not even the slightest emotion in his eyes.
As expected of the Holy Son of the Carefree Sword Sect.
Jing Hong Chen took a deep breath. Xiao Hong Chen had wanted to speak with him earlier as well. Was it really because of Xue Xiao Ran?
"Wang Shaojie is beyond my protection now. Only by maintaining absolute neutrality can I leave a good impression on the Carefree Sword Sect.
Five Titled Douluo-level soul masters in a single sect—the sect's strength and prestige were easy to imagine.
"Old fox."
After Jing Hong Chen had gone far away, Xue Xiao Ran muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward.
"I hope the Sun Moon Empire's royal family won't be so bothersome."
Taking out the Ice Crystal Carving Knife, he began moving his hands, getting accustomed to the strength and weight of the new Engraving Knife.
That day, the Sun Moon Emperor was admiring flowers in the imperial garden with several consorts when several sword cries suddenly rang out above them.
The Sun Moon Emperor looked up