"I had only met the Spirit King by chance."
"Your relationship is truly enviable."
"Enough talk. Come on, little brother—I'll take you to meet the head of my Wang Family."
Before Ye Lin could speak, Wang Mingyang threw an arm around his shoulders and led him into the main hall.
The moment he stepped inside, Ye Lin saw a middle-aged man with a gentle expression.
"Big Brother, this is Fellow Daoist Ye Lin."
Wang Mingyang introduced him first.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, cupped his fists in salute.
"This junior, Ye Lin, pays respects to Senior."
The middle-aged man before him was undoubtedly a genuine Quasi-Saint expert.
The man's aura was as deep as an abyss, utterly unfathomable to him.
"No need for such formality."
The middle-aged man smiled slightly and gave a light wave of his hand.
Ye Lin only felt a gentle breeze brush past him. Then his body moved beyond his control, and he slowly straightened up.
"I heard Mingyang mention you. You truly are a talent of remarkable bearing."
The middle-aged man smiled faintly.
"Senior Wang overpraises me."
Ye Lin was naturally no stranger to such mutual flattery, and handled it with practiced ease.
"There are still twelve days until my daughter's wedding. During this time, you may move freely throughout the Wang Family. As for your accommodations, Mingyang will arrange them for you."
"If there is anything you need, feel free to ask. Since you are here, put your mind at ease and relax. Treat this place as your own home. Whatever you need, just say so. If it can be provided, I will do my best to satisfy you."
The middle-aged man spoke with a gentle smile, one so kindly that it made people feel exceptionally comfortable.
At least, that was how Ye Lin felt.
"Then