Chen Bing looked at the students, who were gradually becoming awkward, and said, "Look at your senior Ye Chen. They're all true geniuses favored by heaven. Others would only offer their blessings—why would they gossip?"
The others nodded in deep agreement, especially Zhu Mengying and Yuan Feng. Wasn't the reason they worked so hard at cultivation so their respective families would approve of their relationship?
In 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 lightly knocked a few times.
He could practically foresee the look on Elder Gong's face when he started bargaining with him later, and he felt utterly helpless.
There was no helping it. He had already made such a grand declaration, so no matter how unwilling he was, he had to face it. Fortunately, he knew what Gong Changlong needed. He would move him with emotion and reason, and if that failed, he would agree to a few unequal terms. He refused to believe he could not win over this stubborn old man.
The person inside heard the knocking, and the ancient wooden door opened automatically, revealing the scene within.
The room was a complete mess, with trash scattered all over the floor. Several broken wine jars sat in a corner. Directly ahead stood a darkwood desk, while on the huge sofa behind it, an old man with a head of red hair sprawled lazily against the cushions, engrossed in a book titled Illustrated Guide to Continental Soul Beasts.
Wang Dong'er looked at him curiously. Elder Gong had been incredibly stern when I met him last time. How could he be so slovenly in his office?
Seeing Ye Chen enter, Gong Changlong tossed aside the book