Past Events, A Proposal

Boom—

The interior of the colossal warship stirred with a brief commotion.

Two old immortals had gotten into a bare-knuckle brawl, and neither had gained much of an advantage.

Inside the cabin on the top deck—

Bixi Ancestor was sporting a black eye, his nose bleeding as he bared his teeth and applied medicine to himself.

Old Mo across from him had not fared much better!

His face was swollen and bruised—

He was nearly unrecognizable.

Clearly, Bixi Ancestor had held a slight upper hand. At the very least, he had landed two more punches on Old Mo than Old Mo had landed on him.

Old Mo was no longer using a shadow body. This was his true body, returned from the battlefield.

A shadow body alone was no match for Bixi Ancestor.

"You damned turtle bastard, you fucking Old Mo, I hadn't even finished speaking—" Bixi Ancestor was seething!

At his age—

How could he possibly be thinking about some teenage girl? Wasn't that fucking ruining the Ancestor's reputation?

He had clearly only intended to propose on behalf of his beloved grandson!

To that end, he had even prepared three supreme treasures. He had planned to settle Old Mo, that difficult fellow, first, then deal with the other two old ghosts.

But before the words could leave his mouth, he had taken a punch.

In truth, just after he said he did not want a rule-bound supreme treasure and sensed the looks from those other two bastards—

He had realized something was wrong.

He had just been about to explain when Old Mo punched him in the face, nearly smashing his head apart.

Seeing that the other man was about to throw another punch, he retaliated without a second thought.

The two of them had immediately begun trading blow