After settling the matter, Feng Changkong left the auction with Feng Xuewu.
Inside the carriage, Feng Changkong let out a long sigh. "Xuewu, your father privately arranged your marriage. You're not unhappy about it, are you?"
"Father, Xuewu knows you mean well. In truth, you did ask for Xuewu's opinion before. It was only that Xuewu had no intention of refusing." Feng Xuewu smiled brightly.
"How do you truly feel about that boy?" Feng Changkong asked curiously.
"At first, I felt nothing. But later..." Feng Xuewu pursed her lips and smiled. "Xuewu always feels that she is unworthy of him. He feels like a blazing sun high above, his dazzling radiance making people unable to resist gathering toward him. Yet he can only be viewed from afar, never approached."
"How could that be?" Feng Changkong said in surprise.
Feng Xuewu smiled sweetly. "I think Grandfather was right. He may even rival Beauty Zhang of those years—the peerless genius of the Great Wilderness. But no matter what, Xuewu still wishes to try. Even if trying to approach that dazzling light means she may wound herself."
Just as the Yang Lineage had expected, the Gravity Pill swiftly became the hottest topic throughout the Great Wilderness. The fervor surrounding it made Yang Jinhe feel pressure from the various outside clans. Forget pressure—just the clan chiefs of those foreign clans personally coming to ask whether there were any surplus Gravity Pills was enough to wear Yang Jinhe's mouth raw from talking them away.
This was also related to the Hundred Clans Trial Battle.
After all, whether they were major tribes or minor tribes, who did not want to improve their martial cultivation before the Hundred Clans Trial Battle, so they could achieve outstanding results within it?
How could the Yang Lineage fail to