"Bei Hu Ao, does your grandfather and aunt know you're marrying Miss Ding? If you can't shoulder this through, won't your father have to whip you?" Gu Long Zhou couldn't help but sneer. His grandfather was Bei Hu Zhan, and his aunt was, of course, Bei Hu Yun.
Bei Hu Chen had always been a troublemaker, and his son looked to have inherited that temperament. The ones who kept the father and son in check were undoubtedly Bei Hu Zhan and Bei Hu Yun. Thus, Gu Long Zhou's words made Bei Hu Ao feel somewhat guilty for a moment. Naturally, he was still unyielding with his mouth: "Hmph, no matter what, my grandfather and aunt support me more. Surely they won't just watch you get your way, will they? Gu Long Zhou, do you think I don't know what you're planning? All you want is to take this prematurely aged girl into your household, learn her sword manual, and then, who knows how you'll dump her once you've used her up. You have wives and concubines by the flock. It's not as though you've never done such a thing before, right?"
"Shut up!" Gu Long Zhou's brows drew together, but even when these four young masters traded barbs, they didn't dare truly fight. If they started throwing hands, the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect wouldn't let them off easily. In the end, they could only return to fighting with their tongues: "I intend to take Miss Ding as a concubine, but that's only temporary! Naturally, I have to cure her premature aging first before I can properly marry her. Don't drag me into all this nonsense. What kind of person is your Bei Hu Ao? Do I really need to spell it out for you? You may not have wives or