"Ah? Just this—"
Wang Wu was utterly baffled. "Little sister, what exactly are you thinking? By all reason and sentiment, everything here naturally belongs to Lord Frost. Even I belong to Lord Frost. From now on, alive, I am a man of the Frost Domain; dead, I am a ghost of the Frost Domain. I am willing to swear upon the Great Dao..."
"No need to swear." Qing Xue stopped Wang Wu. "My master said you did extremely well this time. She is very grateful to you—so grateful that she does not even know how to thank you. So, she can grant you five requests."
"Can five requests get me one of you?" Wang Wu was delighted, asking half-jokingly. He did not feel this was particularly out of line.
Cultivators were free and uninhibited. Could they not even take a joke? What was wrong with a little flirting?
It was not as though he absolutely had to marry Qing Xue.
He simply felt that she was very suitable to be his principal wife.
That was all.
"I—I haven't thought it through yet. Could you give me some time to consider it?" Qing Xue finally gave a direct response to the matter. That counted as enormous progress, didn't it?
"No problem. It's fine even if you don't want to. Just take it as a joke. I only think we get along well. All right, let's drop this subject. Business comes first. Shall I help you activate the Vermilion Bird Formation Soul now?"
"No. Just watch this time."
Qing Xue seemed to let out a breath of relief. Then she began taking all sorts of objects from her Universe Bag, carefully and formally arranging them upon every Heaven and Earth Needle.
Wang Wu could not understand it, nor could the Four Clowns.