"Xiaoyan, your cooking keeps getting better." Bibi Dong sat with her legs spread wide, holding a whole roasted deer leg. She took a big bite. "Fantastic! I wonder which lucky girl will get you someday."
"Master, aren't you thinking a little too far ahead? I'm only..." Su Yan counted on his fingers, as he could never remember his age. "Seven!"
"Don't worry. After you turn eighteen, Spirit Hall can arrange a marriage for you." Bibi Dong laughed heartily.
She felt that ever since she had taken Su Yan in over a year ago, she had been laughing more and more.
Zhu Zhuqing looked up, her cool gaze fixed on Su Yan. "Brother Yan, you'll be getting married in eleven years?"
"No way. Before I get married, I'm going to travel all over Douluo Continent!" Su Yan swallowed a whole mouthful of meat. From afar, he spotted a head peeking out from behind a tree trunk opposite them.
Su Yan smiled faintly. "You guys eat first. I'm going to relieve myself."
With that, he headed toward the house, circled around it, and slipped into the woods.
"Saintess Instructor, does Spirit Hall really arrange marriages?" Tang Chi suddenly asked.
Bibi Dong looked at him, the corner of her mouth curling up. "You don't need to worry. You'll be the most popular one at the matchmaking event."
A blush spread across Tang Chi's youthful face. Across from him, Xue Ke was gazing at him.
Yin Fang threw his head back and laughed. "Tang Chi, don't worry. Anyone who reaches level 19 at just over seven years old will be welcomed by all the major sects. You might even marry an imperial princess someday."
"Get out of here." Tang Chi jabbed Yin Fang's arm with his elbow. "Wouldn't marrying an imperial princess mean leaving