Before dawn the next day, Xuan Xiao was already waiting at the gates of Spirit City.
Because he had chatted with Qian Daoliu until midnight the day before, and after getting carried away, they had even shared a few drinks. The wine had been a treasured vintage from Spirit Hall.
During that time, he had probed into the matter of a marriage alliance, but Xuan Xiao had refused on the spot. His attitude had been decisive and clean-cut, like an enlightened monk who had severed all worldly attachments.
His reason was simple. Because his Martial Soul was too powerful, he could only remain outside for a period of time before he had to return and fall into slumber.
And that sleep would likely last twenty years. During that time, his body would sink completely into dormancy, and even his age would not increase.
In other words, however old he was when he fell asleep, he would still be that old when he woke up. Everything that happened during that period would have nothing to do with him.
To make the act convincing, he had even undone the seal on Explosive Giant Fist for a second.
In that single second, they watched half of Xuan Xiao's flowing white hair turn black.
That was proof that his origin had been depleted. Of course, for him, this was normal. He only needed a simple nap to recover. It was merely an excuse, one nobody could find fault with.
Most importantly, he simply was not very interested in the teenage Bibi Dong. He still preferred the noble, aloof Pope. That was more to his taste. The girl before him was far too green.
Besides, he understood perfectly well that this was merely an excuse to use Bibi Dong to tie him down, to bind