"Not even much weaker than yours."
At those words, Long Yaochen frowned.
His dragon clan aura had earned Di Tian's recognition.
And this person's was barely weaker than his?
Tang San, what new tricks have you cooked up now?
Tang Ren continued speaking.
"Seeing that I was no match for him, I could only fight while trying to escape."
"In the end, I barely shook him off, at the cost of serious injuries."
"After that, I didn't dare stop."
"I rushed straight to Shrek."
As he reached the end of his account,
his gaze returned to Wang Dong'er.
"So, Young Sect Master."
"You absolutely must not go back."
"A marriage alliance with the Holy Spirit Cult..."
"What fucking sane person could come up with that?"
After Tang Ren swore, silence settled over the dorm room.
Wang Dong'er's mind had completely crashed, too.
What on earth was all this?
How had I suddenly become part of a marriage alliance?
And with the Holy Spirit Cult, those things that were neither human nor ghost.
Not to mention...
If that so-called Dragon Lord really is the person I suspect...
Why did my wretched biological father start pulling this nonsense the moment he returned?
A nameless fury rose in Wang Dong'er's heart.
She absolutely refused to marry one of those disgusting people.
And besides...
She instinctively glanced at Long Yaochen.
Unlike Wang Dong'er's anger,
Long Yaochen felt a chill as though he had plunged into an ice cavern.
Tang San...
Would let his own daughter marry into the Holy Spirit Cult?
What kind of joke was that?
Others might not understand Tang San, but how could he not?
This story could not possibly be true at its very roots.
Long Yaochen slowly raised his head and looked at Tang Ren on the bed.
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