"It seems Lu Yang's limit is nine hundred zhang," Sword Maniac Mu Jiangcheng said, his expression complicated, from the top of the steps.
At first, he hadn't thought much of Lu Yang at all.
When he heard that Shanhetal had only sent a Shanhe Envoy, he'd even felt a little displeased.
But now, the disdain and displeasure in his heart had vanished.
All that remained was wariness.
Even if Lu Yang stopped at nine hundred zhang, he still had the potential to become a Ninth-Level Peak King one day.
He'd be a second Wu Shentong, someone who could stand above all of Qing Province!
Though arrogant, Mu Jiangcheng wasn't an idiot. At that moment, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.
A gleam shone in Bai Qing's beautiful eyes. "A young talent like him—wouldn't he be the perfect match for me?"
Beside her, Bai Zhi Xu shot Bai Qing a helpless glance and covered her mouth with a giggle. "Heehee, Lu Yang is only just over twenty, while you're already sixty-five. If you want to be an old cow eating young grass, you'll have to get him to agree first."
Though Bai Qing had been publicly called out over her age, she wasn't the least bit angry. Her eyes shimmered, her charm undiminished. "A Sixth Realm martial artist can live for five hundred years. By mortal standards, with a lifespan of a hundred years, I'm still a girl in the bloom of youth. What's wrong with making a match of it? As far as I know, Shanhetal has no rule forbidding its martial artists from marrying the heirs of top sects and Aristocratic Clans."
"Shanhetal does have no such rule. But even if Lu Yang really took a liking to you, your family would still have to agree," Bai