Zheng Sike did not think Feng Jun was being arrogant. He said that once he returned, he would definitely spread the word.
Before leaving, however, he hesitantly added, "I'm getting married in three months. Do you think you could come?"
That was right. Even now, he still had not married. He was already well into his thirties, yet he had never started a family.
Still, that was hardly surprising. Zheng Sike had always been a rather responsible person. He had met some suitable women before, but he felt he could not offer them any security, so in the end, they could only break up.
The reason he had returned to Jiangxia was also because a girl had been willing to settle there with him—he had a small apartment in Jiangxia, so at least a marital home was not a concern.
But fate liked to toy with people. Zheng Sike's career in Jiangxia had not gone well, and the girl found someone else—after all, poor couples had troubles in every part of life.
Some time ago, he got back in touch with an ex-girlfriend. One was unmarried, the other unwed, so they decided to be together—mainly because his prospects were bright now, and he no longer feared making greater promises to her.
At first, Feng Jun was somewhat stunned. You don't need to tie me down this tightly. I haven't attended a single wedding in years. It was not that no one had invited him; most of the time, he simply sent a gift without showing up himself.
It was not merely because of his elevated status. Too many unexpected things could happen in the Cultivation World. If something came up and he could not make time, even Spirit-Release Venerables would have to wait for him at Liba Beach. How could