Jiang Yuedie Backs Down

Dozens of... wedding banquets?

Jiang Che's scalp went numb. Didn't that mean he would have to be the groom dozens of times?

It didn't sound like a loss, but... why did it sound so strange?

With a smack, Qin Qiaoqiao abruptly slapped her thigh. "That's right, Jiang Che!"

"With your influence in the Nine Heavens, every wedding would surely require inviting all the races. Just the gift money alone would probably make you a fortune!" Qin Qiaoqiao swallowed. Her train of thought had always been extraordinarily bizarre.

"Uh..."

Jiang Che thought about it, and it really was true!

He would probably receive so many spirit stone gifts that his hands would go limp.

Jiang Che looked at the Seventh Ancestor. "Old Seven... how many people did you invite for my wedding with Yuedie?"

A trace of sweat seeped from the Seventh Ancestor's brow. As an immortal, he could perceive countless possibilities, but this was one possibility he had never considered.

"Jiang... Young Master Jiang, we didn't invite anyone. It's... it's only a wedding held within the Jiang family." The Seventh Ancestor was drenched in sweat, but then he seemed to think of something.

"Don't worry. Us old fellows will definitely prepare a thick red envelope for you!"

Jiang Che waved his hand. "Later, I'll just drive the World-Breaking Immortal Skiff straight into the Jiang family. As for red envelopes... just give whatever you see fit. There's no need for too much."

The Seventh Ancestor's expression stiffened, but he quickly broke into a smile.

Clearly, they were going to bleed heavily again.

It was like going out drinking with your boss. Your boss said a few casual bottles of erguotou would do—could you really serve your boss erguotou? Wouldn't you have to pour Moutai into mineral water bottles? And after the