Xu Xuan truly lived up to his reputation as an old fox. The moment he saw Jiang Li begin sizing me up, he knew exactly what she was thinking. With a light cough, he said, "Ahem, Fellow Daoist Jiang Li, you don't need to hesitate over this matter anymore. I know Lord Xia's temperament very well. If force were useful, your temptation just now would have been enough. Since he's the sort who yields to soft words but not hard ones, I'm afraid you'll have to make your decision on me first."
"You may possess Two Forms Spiritual Roots, but I don't know you well enough as a person. If you were Lord Xia, I could slap the table and make the decision immediately!" Jiang Li said coldly.
Xu Xuan laughed heartily, then said, "Fellow Daoist Jiang, your horizons are far too narrow. You should use both approaches at once. That way, even if the flower doesn't bloom on his side, won't ours still turn red?"
"What do you mean?" Jiang Li knitted her brows.
The old man was utterly shameless. He immediately said, "If we want to ensure that the Divine Hermit won't be left without descendants, then aside from the fact that you and I building a love nest together is already a foregone conclusion, your granddaughter could also travel with Lord Xia's group, couldn't she? Given Lord Xia's temperament, he absolutely won't refuse. Once enough time passes, how could your granddaughter fail to secure a place for herself? When the time comes, it may not be impossible for her to give birth to a little Divine Hermit, right? If the bloodline continues, will you still worry about the Divine Hermit having no descendants?"
The old woman Jiang Li's eyes lit up at once. "This plan is excellent."