Zhang Songxi tugged at Song Yuanqiao's sleeve and whispered, "Isn't she that mysterious Yellow-robed Woman from the Lion-Slaying Tournament? To think Qingshu is involved with her... Hehe, Senior Brother, your son is quite something." During the Lion-Slaying Tournament, the Yellow-robed Woman had made a brief and stunning appearance, leaving an extremely deep impression on many, which was why even Zhang Songxi, a middle-aged Daoist priest, could not help but indulge in some gossip.
"They might not necessarily be in that kind of relationship," Song Yuanqiao said with a somewhat uncertain tone, though in his heart he actually felt immensely relieved. In earlier years, seeing his son hopelessly infatuated with Zhou Zhiruo, while Zhou Zhiruo was in love with Zhang Wuji, he had worried that his son was destined to be a bachelor for life. Never had he expected that just a few short years later, his son would not only bring Zhou Zhiruo home as a bride but also become romantically entangled with so many proud daughters of heaven in the pugilistic world...
"Should we remind him to be a bit more focused?" Song Yuanqiao was an upright person, and upon seeing his son entangled in peach blossom luck, he instinctively felt a slight aversion. However, on second thought, there was nothing wrong with taking a few more wives so that the old Song family could branch out and flourish. Recalling Zhang Sanfeng's frequent teachings about letting things take their natural course, he abandoned the thought of offering advice.
Noticing the peculiar expressions of everyone present, the Yellow-robed Woman quickly realized the ambiguity of her previous words. The moment she remembered that Song Qingshu's father was right here, her somewhat pale cheeks instantly flushed with two stunning shades of rosy red.
"You two can catch up slowly; I'll rescue them