Marquis Anqing

Originally, Yuan Qinghua had indeed admired Yan Zi. But as his status kept changing, so did his feelings.

When Yan Zi had first followed Xu Yi, Yuan Qinghua was already Xu Yi's Head Butler. Yan Zi was beautiful and virtuous, so it was only natural that Yuan Qinghua had fallen for her.

Besides, at the time, he had considered himself above Yan Zi in status.

But ever since arriving in the Divine Capital, Yan Zi had lived with Xu Yi at Futuo Mountain. Not only had she gained Xu Yi's followers, but her cultivation had also advanced by leaps and bounds, carrying her into the Qi Sea Realm.

A single step away, yet worlds apart.

Though Yuan Qinghua was now the proprietor of Zimo Xuan, the gulf between their Martial Arts cultivation had become an insurmountable barrier.

On top of that, he was now stout and well-fed. Standing before Yan Zi, bright as the moon, he could hardly help feeling ashamed of his own appearance. As time passed, his feelings for her faded.

Now he had a beauty in his arms and was so happy he'd forgotten the world. He had completely let go of Yan Zi.

"Good for you, Old Yuan! You got yourself a wife and settled down without so much as telling me. You've got a bit of nerve, acting like I don't matter!"

Xu Yi laughed and pounded his chest, but a thousand-tael gold note had appeared in his hand. He slapped it against Yuan Qinghua's chest. "Take it. That's my wedding gift."

He was genuinely happy that Yuan Qinghua had found someone. Given their friendship, a thousand taels wasn't much, but Yuan Qinghua wasn't a cultivator. Too much money might not be a good thing.

Yuan Qinghua accepted the note without hesitation, rolled it up,