Yu Luomian nodded, his gaze sweeping over the two of them before settling on his daughter. His tone softened.
"Besides, it's time to start thinking about your lifelong happiness. You're not getting any younger. You can't keep wandering around with them forever."
Liu Erlong's voice carried a trace of impatience.
"I know what I'm doing. You don't need to worry about me."
How could she fail to understand her father's intentions? He simply wanted her to marry into one of those prestigious families and strengthen the clan's influence.
Flender stood to one side, his expression unchanged as he smiled and tried to smooth things over. "Uncle is only concerned about Erlong."
"Even if he is concerned, there's no need to rush it now." Liu Erlong shot Flender an annoyed glance before retorting. Then she looked at Yu Luomian. "I'll decide my own marriage. It doesn't matter who comes to propose."
How could Yu Luomian not know what his daughter was thinking? Her heart was filled entirely with Yu Xiaogang.
He sighed, his tone growing heavier.
"Yu Xiaogang may have a good heart, but his martial soul is nothing more than a mutated defective one. His cultivation potential is limited, and the two of you cannot be together in the first place."
Over the past few years, it was not as though he had failed to notice the relationship between Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang.
Any child born from the union of their bloodlines simply could not exist.
"I don't feel wronged."
Liu Erlong immediately retorted, her back straight as a ramrod.
"I just think he's good. No matter how outstanding the sons of other great families are, I don't care for them."
Standing nearby, Flender listened to her firm declaration. The light in his eyes dimmed slightly, but he said