"This is a good thing, little brother. The taste of love—you should give it a try. One try, and you won't make a sound."
The Spirit King sat across from him with a wine cup in hand, laughing heartily.
"I don't want this."
"So you came to me this time because you want to reject her to her face, and if Grand Subtle Mystic Palace holds it against you afterward, you want me to shield you?"
"That's more or less it."
"No."
The Spirit King's expression turned serious as he directly shook his head in refusal.
"Why?"
Ye Lin set down his wine cup and looked up at the Spirit King.
"You know that we have a good relationship. If you run into trouble, I'll naturally help you deal with it."
"Even if you killed Grand Subtle Mystic Palace's successor, I might still protect you—and make them personally kneel and apologize to you."
"But this... no."
"After all, they already said the red thread has been tied. And they're giving you an outstanding wife for free. This is a good thing."
The Spirit King slapped the table and laughed loudly, paying no heed at all to Ye Lin's expression.
"They're giving you a wife for free, and with your background, the fact that she's willing to be with you already means you've married above your station. How many cultivators could only dream of such a blessing?"
"Now you're refusing her and making her lose all face. If I step in, wouldn't that make me look like I have no face at all?"
"Little brother, they're doing this for your own good too. I have no reason to intervene."
The Spirit King spread his hands, looking utterly helpless.
In his eyes, the palace master at the Ninth Heaven Quasi-Saint Realm had