"Fu Yang, I'm not a disciple of Mount Fucang." I smiled, and Fu Yang immediately looked aggrieved, tears seeming to glimmer in her eyes.
"Auntie! Don't make things difficult for him." Fu Yu hurried over to comfort her, but Fu Yang said, "How am I making things difficult for him? I only said that because I like Old Seventh! Besides, don't you want him as your uncle-in-law? He even conquered Drunken Shadow Mountain, and you still treat him like an outsider."
"I... Auntie, stop being willful, all right? He was only fulfilling our agreement. Besides, I've known for a long time that Dao Lord Xia is formidable. As for being my uncle-in-law... Matters between men and women depend on fate, don't they?" Fu Yu said anxiously.
"But Auntie can get whatever she wants..." Fu Yang said petulantly. "And you said Auntie was so beautiful that she'd surely find an uncle-in-law you were satisfied with. Isn't that the case now? Huh?"
Fu Yu slapped her forehead, then came over and said to me in a low voice, "My aunt is usually languid and unconcerned with worldly affairs. The mundane world is even more unrelated to her, so she developed this sort of temperament. Dao Lord Xia, please don't take offense..."
"Not at all. To preserve one's nature while remaining innocent and romantic is truly precious." I smiled. Fu Yang was sometimes just like a little child.
"See? Old Seventh himself said such good things about Auntie. Not to mention that she's still your master. How can you not understand the importance of respecting your teacher?" Fu Yang angrily wrapped both arms around mine and said, "Old Seventh, we're not talking to this kind of nephew anymore. Whatever you want to tell me, just say it."
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