Jiang Ping An had only just arrived nearby when he heard this man pursuing Bai Jingqiu.
He realized that if he went over now, he would likely be quite the mood-killer, so he stopped in his tracks.
Faced with the confession, Bai Jingqiu remained calm. "You're not the first to say that. You great clans know perfectly well what you're thinking."
Seeing how decisively the woman had rejected him, Xiong Yan grew somewhat anxious. "Am I not suitable? As a direct descendant of the Xiong Family, my bloodline is pure and my talent exceptional. What is lacking about me?"
"Even if I am doing this for your Bai Family's Ancestral Land, that is only natural. Who in this world does not act for profit? If our interests align, it benefits everyone!"
"Whether your Bai Family can rise again depends on whether you can find a good husband. Without the help of a great clan, your Bai Family will have no chance of reviving!"
Bai Jingqiu looked at him indifferently. "Finished? Then leave."
She turned toward Jiang Ping An in the distance and called out, "Long Ping?"
Although she had never seen Jiang Ping An's new face, she was very familiar with that expressionless face of his.
"I'm here."
Jiang Ping An walked over.
Bai Jingqiu did not spare Xiong Yan another glance. She walked shoulder to shoulder with Jiang Ping An toward the outskirts of the city.
The warmth on Xiong Yan's face vanished as he stared coldly at Bai Jingqiu's retreating back.
Clearly, that affectionate display earlier had all been an act.
In theory, a god's life was infinite. Over the long years, some gods experienced countless things. Some came to cherish emotions more because of those experiences, while others became increasingly indifferent toward them.
Xiong Yan's household alone