At this moment, Long Ling'er looked perfectly composed, the same faint smile on her face as she greeted the young talents of the Flood Dragon Clan before her. She seemed as though nothing at all was amiss.
But everyone here was clever. A lone man and woman sharing a room—what had just happened, or what was about to happen—
In the eyes of these Flood Dragon Clan youths, it was not something that could be hidden all that well.
It was inconvenient for them to say such things to Long Ling'er, so naturally, they all turned to Qin Jiuge instead, throwing arms around his shoulders and waggling their brows at him.
At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.
It was as though they had said everything, and as though they had said nothing—a perfectly bland exchange.
"Brother Qin Jiuge, impressive. You took down the Eldest Miss so quickly. You truly are our hero."
"I knew Brother Qin Jiuge could do it. Such words had long been spreading through our Flood Dragon Clan—you two are a match made by Heaven, a golden boy and jade maiden."
"But Brother Qin Jiuge, what will become of your original Dao Companion now? The Patriarch may not agree to let you enjoy the blessings of having two wives."
As these young elites of the Flood Dragon Clan spoke, they showed no concern for Feng Ming, who was still standing nearby.
In their eyes, Long Ling'er, the Patriarch's daughter, was worth far more than Qin Jiuge's Dao Companion. Feng Ming's aptitude had been fairly decent in her usual displays; otherwise, they might not even have had these concerns now.
But after hearing them out, Qin Jiuge immediately dealt them a checkmate move. "If I were to abandon my own Dao Companion today for the sake