Duan Xian fell silent for a moment at those words. Then the gentle woman broke into a radiant smile. The dark green storage pouch at her waist swayed slightly, and its little bell gave a crisp chime:
"That's what you get for bringing this disaster upon yourself—you can't live on, can you?"
"Senior Sister, even you're bullying me!"
The burly young man sat at the very edge, watching the bridal sedan below.
His name was Tang Chen, and among the five disciples, he ranked second.
Tang Chen leaned against the railing, one hand resting on the back of his chair and the other on his knee. He was taller than he had been three years ago, his shoulders broader as well. His whole body was like a silent wall.
"Enough. Stop fooling around."
Zhou Yan suddenly spoke, his voice steady and composed.
Everyone promptly fell quiet. Even Luo Jian completely reined in his earlier flippant attitude.
"I wonder if you heard about this after arriving in Forgotten River City."
Zhou Yan continued:
"This wedding is an alliance by marriage between a Cultivation Family surnamed Li in Forgotten River City and the City Lord's Manor."
"An alliance by marriage between a Cultivation Family and the City Lord's Manor?"
Luo Jian blinked, then said:
"That is rather rare. Though the City Lord's Manor represents the ruler of a city, it ultimately still belongs to the mortal world. For a Cultivation Family to marry into it... rare, truly rare."
"That isn't even the most important part. The most important thing is that the City Lord's Manor's betrothal gift to the Li Family is an absolutely staggering figure. Guess how much it is?"
Zhou Yan said with a smile.
"How much of a betrothal gift could a tiny City Lord's Manor possibly offer...?"
Ding