Just now, when Ying Lao and Yan Fei clashed, Luo Zheng had not been in Haoran Sword Hall.
That was why Luo Zheng found Ying Lao's attitude toward Yan Fei utterly baffling. He could only assume that the two women had some old grudge between them.
As for the tickets to the Chaotic Origin Great World, Luo Zheng had no idea of their value. Giving away eight or ten of them did not sound like a big deal, so he was equally confused as to why Ying Lao and Yan Fei had fought over them so fiercely.
"What attitude?" Luo Zheng asked in return.
Ling Shuang's eyes gleamed with amusement. "She wants to take you as her son-in-law!"
"Huh?"
Luo Zheng's mouth fell open.
He had only met Yan Fei once before. Although she had acted somewhat warmly toward him, where had this talk of him becoming her son-in-law come from?
"Are you tempted?" Ling Shuang asked deliberately.
No matter how foolish Luo Zheng was, he understood what Ling Shuang meant. He gave an exasperated smile. "Feng Ge and I aren't familiar with each other, nor have we had any dealings. Yan Fei must have only been joking when she said that."
Was she really only joking?
Ling Shuang stared at Luo Zheng with her large eyes, her face filled with disbelief.
She was still a young maiden at heart and rather thin-skinned. If she continued pressing him, others would only think she was overflowing with jealousy, so she fell silent.
Everyone left Haoran Sword Hall together. Qiu Yinhe unfurled a massive sword, and the group stepped onto it, flying out of Taihao Mountain.
Haoran Sword Hall.
Xu Shou returned to his golden dragon throne.
Consort Xuan clapped her hands, and the entire hall filled with a fine green curtain