"First bow to Heaven and Earth!"
"Second bow to the elders!"
Shen Zui's home was festooned with lanterns and colored decorations, brimming with joyous celebration.
Aaron mingled among the many guests and presented a stack of mid- to high-grade talismans as a wedding gift—something that cost him little.
"Who would've thought, who would've thought... Brother Shen, who always boasted that he'd passed through a sea of flowers without a leaf touching him, has been taken in hand by the Red Whisk Fairy just like that..."
Qian Fu'er picked up broad beans with his chopsticks and popped them into his mouth one by one, washing them down with occasional cups of wine as he swayed his head and spoke.
"One thing always subdues another."
Aaron held his wine cup, intending to leave Three Mountains Market once today's wedding feast was over.
He had handed Little Talisman Hall directly over to Lin Yuanping to manage.
And if the man ran off?
At most, he would lose some worldly wealth. The shop and the land would still be there, so it would not be much of a problem.
"Daoist Fang, have you set your sights on any suitable Dao companion?"
Old Qian, drunk and flushed in the face, asked, "Would you like this old man to play matchmaker for you?"
"Let's not. My heart is devoted to cultivation; I have no intention of taking a wife." Aaron shook his head and refused outright.
Someone who slept beside him would know far too many of his secrets. Such a person was unsuitable for him.
"What a pity, with your fine looks... Hm?" Old Qian studied Aaron. "Several years have passed, yet Brother, your appearance hasn't changed much at all."
"Haha... By a fortunate coincidence, I once consumed a Beauty-Preserving Pill. My looks won't