Ferocious Fang Military Advisor

Ferocious Fang Military Advisor, feeling wonderful.

Long E Ying went into seclusion, and Liang Qu clipped the ring of keys to his belt, wondering how high a pile twelve hundred thousand taels of silver could make.

Whoosh! Silver bubbles scattered everywhere.

Long Zongyin flashed before him, dropped to one knee, and said with a face full of delight, "When two meet, their hearts grow close; when fate takes root, it knows no end. Congratulations to Lord Liang and E Ying on their mutual affection and happy union!"

"Third Elder? What are you doing here?"

Liang Qu jumped in fright and hurriedly helped him up.

He had been too absorbed just now, his heart pounding wildly, and had completely failed to notice someone lying in "ambush."

Long Zongyin did not answer. As if he had rehearsed the speech beforehand, words poured from his mouth.

"This old man watched E Ying grow up. Whether in beauty or character, she ranks first even among our tribe! I dare swear on my life that none can surpass her! When does Lord Liang intend to hold the wedding feast? Have you made arrangements for children?"

"Isn't it a little too soon... I'm only twenty-one or twenty-two by nominal age this year."

"Not too soon!" Long Zongyin interrupted. "Martial artists live long lives, so they often have children late. But ordinary people marry at fourteen or fifteen and bear children at fifteen or sixteen. Our tribe already has difficulty reproducing; often, it takes years after marriage before offspring come. Once one advances to True Image and breaks through the limits of a human lifespan, it becomes even more so.

"Lord Liang, your talent is extraordinary. The path to True Image lies right before you; it will take only a few years. By then, if you both