A Heavy Gift

The cultivators present stirred. The Wang Clan of Golden Dragon Mountain had a Spirit Transformation Cultivator overseeing it, with deep foundations far beyond anything the forces of the Green Toad Archipelago could compare to—like heaven and earth apart.

Wang Changyang was a disciple of the Wang Clan's patriarch, yet he had appeared at Yang Qinglong's birthday banquet without any prior sign. He was clearly no ordinary guest—perhaps even a future son-in-law.

"Fellow Daoist Yang, our two clans are related by marriage. Fellow Daoist Wang has come to attend your birthday banquet, yet you did not even notify our Liu Clan. That is hardly considerate."

A pot-bellied old man in a blue robe joked with a smile.

"Hehe, Brother Tianfeng, do not misunderstand. This old man did not know beforehand either. Changyang only came calling a few days ago."

Yang Qinglong chuckled, his face radiant with delight.

"I have come this time to ask for her hand in marriage."

Wang Changyang's gaze settled on Yang Yunqing, his face filled with tenderness.

At this point, how could the cultivators present fail to understand? Yang Qinglong had used the birthday banquet as a pretext to invite the major forces, intending to announce this news during the celebration.

If the Yang Clan had announced the news on its own, some would certainly have suspected them of borrowing a tiger's hide to flaunt their might. But things were different now. Wang Changyang had appeared in person, and no one would doubt it.

Anyone daring to impersonate a core disciple of the Wang Clan to swindle others was courting death.

By forming a marriage alliance with the Wang Clan, the Yang Clan would be clinging to a thick, sturdy thigh, and its prospects would become even brighter. If the major forces of the Green Toad Archipelago