Bloodline Marriage Alliance

"Ah Yi, won't you reconsider? As long as you nod, my Yang Clan will offer you the best possible terms as an honored guest!"

This was the eighteenth time Yang Pojun had tried to persuade Ling Yi since they met.

Aside from the first two attempts, which had been prompted by Ling Yi's Divine Craftsman-level forging skills, the sixteen that followed were all because of his profound knowledge of medicinal herbs and his intuitive talent for working out different herbal combinations. They hardly seemed humanly possible!

Yang Pojun believed that, with the Yang Clan's accumulated resources to nurture him, Ling Yi only needed time to lead the clan to heights in the field of medicinal herbs that so many ancestors had failed to reach over hundreds and thousands of years!

His talent was simply too great! He was practically the god of medicine descended to earth!

Unfortunately, just as at the start, no matter how Yang Pojun tried to persuade him, Ling Yi politely but firmly declined.

Seeing that Ling Yi was impervious to persuasion, Yang Pojun could do nothing but shake his head in frustration. As he did, he happened to catch sight of Yang Shelly, whose face was full of pride by association.

This girl's elbow had bent so far outward it had reached the heavens.

As he thought this irritably, a thought suddenly sprang unbidden into his mind. His eyes lit up. He first looked at Yang Shelly, then turned to Ling Yi with a doting auntie's smile. "Ah Yi, there's something I'd like to say, though I don't know if I should-"

If you can keep it to yourself, you'd better not say it.

Seeing through Yang Pojun's intentions at a glance, Ling Yi couldn't help grumbling inwardly. He glanced at Ah Yin and Yang Shelly