Purple Gold Emperor's Ten-Thousand-Year Birthday Banquet

Meanwhile.

Long Fusheng, who had been pinned beneath the mountain by Li Zhōujūn, had already written the word "regret" a thousand or eight hundred times in his heart.

It was obvious that this Dao Venerable who had secluded himself here was extremely fond of that Cai Youwan kid.

If Cai Youwan really married his younger sister, wouldn't the Long Household naturally get to cling to this Dao Venerable's coattails?

The more he thought about it, the more Long Fusheng, trapped beneath the mountain, pounded his chest and stamped his feet in despair. He had ultimately missed out on this heaven-defying fortune!

That said, Long Fusheng still held on to a sliver of hope.

What if that Cai Youwan kid refused to marry anyone but his younger sister?

At that thought, Long Fusheng had already begun fantasizing about the high-and-mighty life he would lead after the Long Household latched onto this Dao Venerable's coattails.

"Handle what comes next yourself," Li Zhōujūn said flatly.

Now that his identity had been exposed, staying in Little Bay Village any longer would feel awkward, so Li Zhōujūn decided it was time to continue his journey.

"This junior understands."

Having received Li Zhōujūn's instructions, Xiao Jian Shangren respectfully bowed toward the void. Then he looked at Cai Youwan with a beaming smile, as if a burly man who had gone years without seeing his wife had finally been reunited with her. "Little fellow, I'll give you a few days to properly say farewell to your family and friends."

"Thank you..."

"Call me Master." Xiao Jian Shangren cut Cai Youwan off with a beaming smile. "From now on, you are a disciple of Xiao Jian Shangren."

"Thank you, Master." Cai Youwan scratched the back of his head with a bashful grin.

At that moment, Cai Youwan happened