That feeling of Wang Po selling melons—praising his own wares—somehow made Qin Jiuge feel a little awkward.
Long Xiling let out a soft sigh, unable to keep several traces of envy from showing in his eyes. "There's really nothing to be done about it. After all, say what you will, they're still heaven-favored prodigies. Reaching the Supreme Realm at such a young age... although our camps differ, we of the Dragon Clan still greatly admire such strong experts."
Qin Jiuge rather believed that. Reverence for the strong was not merely a trait of the Dragon Clan; it could be said to be the way of all the Demon Race. Regardless of camp or race, they seemed to have carved this principle deep into their bones, leaving one both amused and helpless.
After so long, Qin Jiuge naturally had no choice but to accept it.
"Oh, right. Lady Shuangxue's personal guard called for you just now, along with that good younger sister of yours."
Long Xiling waggled his brows at Qin Jiuge, then suddenly added, "By the way, has your younger sister been promised to anyone? What do you think of me? We brothers could become family through marriage, couldn't we?"
Long Xiling kept waggling his brows, but Qin Jiuge did not even turn his head before saying, "Forget it. Her heart already belongs to someone else. You have absolutely no chance."
Long Xiling's helpless voice came from behind him. "Not even the slightest chance?"
Qin Jiuge remained utterly merciless. "None."
Those two simple words had already decided everything.
Long Xiling naturally looked both amused and helpless, while the others in the Crystal Palace could not help chuckling as well.
"We've all met Feng Ming before. Though his cultivation, aptitude, and talent may not compare to the clan's several prodigies, he