Yang Chen felt somewhat helpless. Daoist Qiangong still thought he was afraid that the marriage alliance candidate would be unsuitable. That was not what he feared. What he feared was being inexplicably tied into a marriage alliance without even knowing who the other party was. Refusing when the time came would inevitably be rather troublesome.
Daoist Qiangong was a clever man. One glance at Yang Chen was enough for him to roughly guess what Yang Chen was thinking. Stroking his long beard, he said, "You little fellow, countless people have always wanted to form marriage alliances with Qingyu Gate and failed. Don't tell me you plan to refuse instead? What, do you think Qingyu Gate's female disciples are beneath you?"
"Martial Ancestor Uncle Qiangong, it is not that this junior thinks Qingyu Gate's disciples are unworthy of this junior. It is simply that this junior still has many matters unresolved. Discussing marriage at this time is truly a little too early," Yang Chen said.
Daoist Qiangong pondered for a moment. He knew Yang Chen simply did not wish to go and had found an excuse, so he waved his hand and continued, "That is true. Before a man's grand ambitions are fulfilled, how can he lightly promise himself in marriage? However, Luo Yihong personally came to visit, raised this matter, and brought generous gifts. Qingyu Gate's attitude is clear. It will be difficult to refuse this matter outright. It is not because the gifts are so valuable that this old man cannot bear to give them up. Rather, the two sects are closely connected, and Luo Yihong personally came here. If we refuse, it would be the same as not giving Qingyu Gate face. Thus, no matter what, you must make a trip to Qingyu Gate tomorrow. As for whether