Chen Bing looked at the students, who were gradually becoming uncomfortable, and said, "Look at your senior Ye Chen. They're all true favored children of heaven. People will only offer their blessings—why would anyone gossip?"
The others nodded in deep agreement, especially Zhu Mengying and Yuan Feng. Wasn't the reason they cultivated so diligently to gain their families' approval of their relationship?
Inside an ancient palace at the center of the Beast Taming Area, Ye Chen and Wang Dong'er arrived hand in hand before a room on the top floor and knocked softly a few times.
He could practically foresee the expression Elder Gong would wear when negotiating terms with him later, and he felt a wave of helplessness.
There was no helping it. He had already made his bold declaration, so however unwilling he was, he had to face it. Fortunately, he knew what Gong Changlong wanted. He would appeal to his emotions and reason with him; if that failed, he would agree to a few unequal terms. He refused to believe he could not win over that stubborn old man.
The person inside heard the knocking, and the ancient wooden door opened on its own, revealing the room beyond.
The furnishings inside were a chaotic mess, with trash scattered all over the floor. Several shattered wine jars sat in a corner. At the front was an ironwood desk, and on the massive sofa behind it, an elderly man with a head of red hair lounged lazily, reading a Continental Soul Beast Illustrated Guide with great interest.
Wang Dong'er looked at him curiously. She wondered how Elder Gong, who had been incomparably serious when she met him last time, could look so slovenly in his office.
When he saw Ye Chen enter, Gong Changlong tossed aside the book