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"Extreme North Snow Plains, Morti, pays his respects to Lord Luo Ya!" By the side of Jingshui Lake, a young man with snow-white hair and a single silver horn on his forehead bowed respectfully toward the young man with short black hair sitting by the water.

"Morti, I have heard of you. Is there a reason you have come to see me today?" Luo Ya raised an eyebrow, taking a moment to size up Morti.

The Ice God Morti was, in his true form, a Saint Realm Magic Beast known as a Silver-Horned Snow Lion Beast. After taking human form, he appeared slender and exceptionally handsome, and with his snow-white hair flowing down to his hips, he looked every bit the cold and aloof young nobleman.

"My Lord, you killed that Bradic and granted me a new lease on life; this is a great kindness!" The single-horned youth, Morti, remained bowed. "If you do not mind, I wish to follow you from this day forth and serve as your attendant."

"To repay a debt?" A hint of surprise flickered in Luo Ya's eyes.

The day he killed Bradic, he had indeed saved quite a few people in the process, but aside from two who had come to thank him personally, no one had ever offered to become his follower.

A follower held a higher status than a servant, but they still fell under the category of a subordinate.

Historically, there were indeed people who followed their benefactors to repay a debt of gratitude. However, Luo Ya truly had not expected to encounter such a thing himself.

"You are a thoughtful person." The way Luo Ya looked at Morti softened involuntarily.

"Since you have this intention, I will certainly not refuse." Luo Ya would naturally not turn away a follower who offered himself up.

"However, there is no immediate benefit to following me right now. Furthermore, I may leave for the Supreme Plane in a few years. If you do not wish to go when the time comes, you may remain on the Valen Plane." Upon hearing that Luo Ya intended to head to the Supreme Plane before long, Morti did not show any sign of shock.

Among the geniuses in history, there was no one who did not harbor a yearning for the Supreme Plane.

"Without you, my Lord, I would have been lost forever. It is my honor to follow you to the Supreme Plane for adventure." Morti clearly understood his position.

A follower must naturally center everything around the master they follow. In critical situations, it was even expected that they would sacrifice themselves to save their master.

However, given the gap in strength between the two of them, it was unlikely that Morti would ever have such an opportunity.

"Very well, then you shall be under my command from now on." This Morti could be considered the first god-level powerhouse under Luo Ya's banner.

"I do have some matters right now that require someone to help me handle." He had originally intended to let Ignis handle these things after he became a god, but now that Morti had offered himself, he could start the process ahead of schedule.

"Please give your orders, my Lord." Morti quickly assumed the proper mindset of a follower.

"In my name, go to the Thunder Sacred Mountain and help me renovate the place. I have a great use for it."

"Additionally, there is the matter of spreading faith..." The power of faith was quite beneficial for a god's cultivation.

Although the power of faith from a single Material Plane might not be of great benefit, it was still better than having none at all.

"Oh, and when you spread my name, remember not to use titles like 'Thunder God', 'Ice God', or 'God of Darkness'..." There were specific rules to spreading one's name in the Material Plane.

If the object of worship was not specified to a particular individual, but rather a vague 'God of Darkness' or 'Thunder God', over ninety-nine percent of the power of faith would be intercepted by the seven Chief Sovereigns of that element. Only a tiny fraction would reach the corresponding god of that attribute residing in the Material Plane.

"Yes, my Lord..." Although he was a Magic Beast by origin, Morti was incredibly intelligent, having cultivated to the level of a god. He grasped the various precautions immediately, so Luo Ya did not need to be overly detailed.

Such trivial matters were certainly not as important as cultivation, but they were quite taxing.

Therefore, having one or two attendants was actually quite convenient.

After finishing with Morti's visit, Luo Ya returned to the lakeside, relaxing in the shade of a large tree alongside Milia.

"You intend to take over the Thunder Sacred Mountain? Why?" Upon learning the news, Milia was somewhat puzzled.

Weren't they living perfectly well here at Jingshui Lake on Wind Forbidden Island? Why move?

"I admit, the scenery at Jingshui Lake is beautiful, and it is quite suitable for our cultivation. However, Milia, Wind Forbidden Island is the territory of Uncle Karen. I cannot stay here as a son-in-law forever, can I?" Luo Ya shook his head with a smile.

The scenery on Wind Forbidden Island was indeed refreshing, but the view from the Thunder Sacred Mountain was not inferior.

Furthermore, as Luo Ya had just mentioned, Karen and his wife had been dropping hints about 'marriage' recently; it was just that because his status and strength as a 'prospective son-in-law' were so high, they had not been too overt about it.

"Sigh, marriage? Isn't that a bit sudden!" Hearing Luo Ya suddenly bring up her parents' 'marriage pressure', Milia felt a mix of joy and shyness.

Although she and Luo Ya had spent most of their time cultivating during this period, their feelings had heated up rapidly in the gaps between training. They had already done most of the things that couples should—and shouldn't—do.

It was indeed time to discuss marriage.

A gentle breeze brushed against their cheeks. The black-haired youth pulled the golden-haired girl into a deep embrace, greedily inhaling the scent of her hair. Then, he spoke affectionately: "Milia, ever since we first met, I have longed for this day."

It was no exaggeration to say that he had already thought of names for their children back then.

"Mm." Milia tilted her head, sitting obediently in Luo Ya's arms and listening intently. The golden-haired girl, who usually carried herself with the heroic spirit of a female knight, was now very quiet, like a serene princess of an empire.

Tightening his arms around her, Luo Ya continued: "Milia, I am a somewhat dull person. For the longest time, cultivation was my only goal in life. Until I met you... I realized that my life needed another color. So, I felt that today was the time to say these words."

The golden-haired girl squinted her beautiful eyes, looking up at him.

Luo Ya continued: "That time on Qianyan Island, when we encountered Nilo—what happened then, while not a happy event, allowed us to completely reveal our hearts to one another..."

In truth, the romantic history between Luo Ya and Milia was very simple. Their few early meetings were limited to sparring and discussing cultivation.

That they could be together now was, to a large extent, born from the mutual appreciation between two geniuses.

Although they had not experienced any earth-shattering events along the way, nor had they written a tear-jerking love story, making the process seem a bit plain.

But for them, such an experience was enough.

By the shimmering lake, Luo Ya loosened his grip on Milia, allowing the charming golden-haired princess to turn and face him directly.

Milia's bright silver eyes stared intently at Luo Ya, a faint, burning anticipation hidden within them. Luo Ya gazed back at Milia, took a deep breath, and said solemnly: "Milia... marry me!"

"Milia, marry me!"

"Marry me!"

A high-pitched voice echoed around the lake, stirring up layers of ripples that refused to dissipate for a long time, and Milia's silver eyes were filled with joyful smiles.

She gripped Luo Ya's arm tightly, opened her mouth softly, and said only one word: "Okay!" Luo Ya was slightly stunned at first, then smiled with satisfaction.

A single word was enough to surpass ten thousand unspoken ones.

On the quiet lakeside, the two held hands, their bodies leaning intimately against each other once more, gazing at the beautiful lake scenery across the way.

At this moment, nothing else was needed; simply feeling each other's body heat was already enough.

The author cannot write a very brilliant love story, and the emotional parts are about at this level, so please forgive me.