"Have you heard? After this sacrifice, the Young Lord will marry the Saintess. I'm so jealous of the Saintess—she actually won the Young Lord's favor."
As Qin Shaofeng passed a fabric shop, he heard two women chatting.
"The Saintess is one chosen by heaven. How could she not catch the Young Lord's eye? Their affairs aren't something little people like us can casually discuss."
"We might as well pick out a few pretty bolts of cloth. When the Young Lord gets married, we can wear them—perhaps we'll find our own wishful husbands then."
After saying that, the two women giggled.
Only then did Qin Shaofeng understand. So this damned Young Lord was about to marry. No wonder the streets were so lively.
But it had nothing to do with him. Qin Shaofeng shook his head and continued onward. When he reached an inn, he planned to rent a room and get some proper rest first.
Yet before he had taken more than two steps forward, a man in a yellow robe was kicked flying out.
"You cultivator, you've got some damned nerve! You actually dare come here and tarnish our Holy Lord's reputation!"
Two rough-looking brutes walked out from inside. They stood eight feet tall, their arms folded across their chests as they glared viciously at the cultivator.
"Fools! You're all fools! That Holy Lord was never a good man. Otherwise, why did my parents never return after they went to Longevity Hall? I'd say that Holy Lord was behind it!"
"You still dare spout nonsense!"
The two brutes glared furiously and swung their fists hard at the cultivator.
Qin Shaofeng furrowed his brow. The difference in strength was far too great. That cultivator looked so frail he could barely withstand a gust of wind; his Foundation Establishment cultivation was